Sable's POVThe chanting got louder, and the torches burned brighter with every word, until the light around the platform turned almost white.I didn't know the old tongue. Nobody outside the Elders did anymore. But I understood the shape of it, the rhythm, the way it built toward something final."What's happening?" I asked, and this time my voice actually shook.Alaric didn't answer me. He was looking past me now, at the Elder chanting behind him, like he needed to focus on anything except my face.The burn started in my collarbone, right where the bond had first hit me, a sharp line of heat that spread fast enough to steal my breath. I grabbed at my chest without meaning to. My knees buckled, and I would've hit the ground if Corwin hadn't caught my arm."Easy," he muttered, but his jaw was tight, like the word cost him something to say."Make it stop," I gasped."It's almost done."The crowd had gone dead silent except for the chanting and my own ragged breathing. Then, all at once
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