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“They will hear us.”

There was no time. Stripped of weapons, armor, and all outward signs of sanctity, Roxy became a living vessel. She lay on the cold stone floor on her side and forced the leather belt back into her mouth. “Bite. But worse than pain was the silence she had to hold. “No,” he said, voice hoarse. Only two souls breathed in that silent chamber: Sister Roxy, stripped of everything but faith — and Priestess Verena, whose hands trembled despite decades of ritual calm. His chest was a ruin of ceramite and scar tissue. This tale does not seek comfort or triumph. Only two souls breathed in that silent chamber: Sister Roxy, stripped of everything but faith — and Priestess Verena, whose hands trembled despite decades of ritual calm. “We need to remove it.”

“Quietly,” she said. She lay on the cold stone floor on her side and forced the leather belt back into her mouth. One eye was swollen shut. He was shaking — from the act, from awe, from the reality of what she had endured. What she had become. It was a tool. He was