Once more, a card flew into my grasp on its own. Another Widow rose from her seat, her head tilting slightly as she regarded the card in my hands. Then, she spoke. “It says… *XXXII*.” A pause, then: “He is a commander of thirty-two legions.” A weight dropped in my stomach. The first Widow handed her dagger to the second without hesitation. The second Widow turned, and this time, a Knight calmly stood from his seat, accepting his fate. Without ceremony, the dagger struck true. The Knight barely made a sound before his body collapsed in on itself, unraveling into nothing. I exhaled a shaky breath. A sharp jolt of surprise shot through me as I squeezed my eyes shut, reaching out for another card. This time, instead of one, two cards flew into my grasp with a strange weight, as if they had chosen me rather than the other way around. My fingers trembled as I turned them over, and my breath caught in my throat. My eyes narrowed, confusion knotting my brow. “Flames,” A widow
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