song recommendation: THE CASTLE. Chris Grey
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Under the merciless moonlight, Marissa moved like a puppet. Her limbs jerked with unnatural stiffness, each step accompanied by a sickening crack. Though her body staggered forward, her head lolled backward at an impossible angle, revealing a gaping wound torn across her neck, as if something had tried to rip it from her shoulders.
She shouldn't have been able to walk. She shouldn't have been alive.
Cassius didn't need to get closer to know the truth: his sister had been turned into a Remnant, one of those soulless husks the sorcerers reanimated to serve without thought, without will, no matter how broken the body.
He knew what had become of her. He recognized it instantly. As her brother, he'd memorized every nuance of her movement, every flicker of her expression. And this... this was not Marissa.
Yet even with that knowledge, Cassius stepped toward her.
