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• I reached down deep inside myself, past the wall of flame, past the pain and the emotions, to my shadows that were crying, screaming, burning.
• I hauled them up, whispered back to them, told them we had to fight back, told them we were doing this, and gave them every ounce of my will. If magic worked on will, then surely they did too? It was a theory, but it was all I had.
• My brother’s will turned his dark; my will had turned mine the opposite way. We had defeated the dark shadows before; we had consumed them. We could do that again. They perked up at that and started filling my body again.