Liz’s POVI stared into the mirror, still unable to believe that the horrible old thing staring back at me was me. The skin was loose and grey, the eyes hollow, the hair dull and lifeless. Every time I blinked, I prayed the reflection would shift, that I’d see myself again, but it never changed.Silas drifted in and out of the room. He barely looked at me, as though I were nothing but a discarded thing. I begged him, over and over, for answers, my voice breaking until it was nothing but a rasp.“Tell me why,” I tried again. “Tell me why she looked like me. Why did she wear my face?”Nothing.I gripped the edge of the altar, pulling myself up, my old hands trembling. “Please, Silas. I need to know.”“She deserved it. The power. The youth you carried. It was always meant for her.”My chest clenched. “What? What do you mean?”He didn’t answer, moving past me as if I hadn’t spoken.“I don’t understand,” I pressed, louder this time, desperation clawing up my throat. “I don’t have powers.
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