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The acolyte reached for Kane’s right wrist

Kane drew back his arm before the man could touch him; his Sin Eater was hidden there, the blaster disguised by the folds of his jacket.

“It is right to feel fear on first sacrifice, but no harm will come to you,” the acolyte said gently.

“Sorry.” Kane shook his head. “Just have a thing about needles.” He held out his left arm—the one without the hidden blaster—pulling back the sleeve. “Go ahead.”

The acolyte brought the cup and needle down close to Kane’s wrist and instructed him to chant a prayer to the stone god. Kane recited the words he’d heard at the congregation a few days before, when he and Brigid had enlisted in this ragtag pilgrimage.

Kane hated the chant, but he couldn’t draw attention to himself—not until he and Brigid had found out exactly what was going on here.