Immolation A wall of flame hits Septimus. Only it isn’t fire—it’s Mitchell. Melded together, their bodies smack into the opposite wall. Bricks crumble and topple onto them, covering both in dust and stone. They stay entombed for less than a second before an explosion sends a volcanic eruption of debris flying in all directions. I duck and shield my face with my arm, but it isn’t enough. A thick, vile, salty liquid fills my mouth, and I know I’m tasting my own dead blood. The small backyard is on fire. I feel strong, muscular arms around my middle and I’m pulled upward. At first I think it’s Alfarin, but then I realize that the person holding me is wearing a suit, because I can feel a vertical line of buttons pressing into my back. I wipe at the blood that’s trickling into my eyes and see that Septimus has Mitchell swung over his shoulder. Mitchell looks dead. Mitchell is dead. “What happened?” I groan. “My intern behaved in a way that was entirely human,” replies Septimus.
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