“Well, time to get to work.” Keira produced a blue crystal on a chain from a pants pocket under her slicker. “You might want to stand back, fellas.”
Clay took the suggestion, but Gibson remained where he was, stonefaced.
Keira knelt by the corpse, dangling the crystal over where its heart used to be, and began to chant in Elder, low and quick.
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