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"I heard her talking in her sleep—pleading, shrieking, snarling. It was not my daughter's voice. That is not my daughter."
—Ekatrin, elder of Hanweir
The fiend tormented them by recounting the girl's memories, as if some part of her remained inside that twisted shell.