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She didn't turn. She knew that voice. Jackson, a federal investigator with a penchant for leather jackets and secrets, stepped into the dim light.

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Emberly looked at the dying man. She was a weapon of light in a world drowning in ink. She could walk away, or she could burn. "Let them come," she whispered.

Emberly slumped back, her vision blurring. She was cold now—the kind of cold that preceded the flame.

"You're a fool," Jackson said, though he reached out to steady her.