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things.”
    Mim’s eyes are red-rimmed and her face is pinched. “Yes, Elder,” she says hoarsely. “I’ll have them ready to be moved in a few hours.”
    I gape at him. He’s already planning for me to move into the Valtia’s chambers, and she’s still alive. Disgust burns in my throat as he takes my arm and leads me forward.
    â€œWho’s with her now?” I ask when we reach the main chamber, its copper dome arching above us, dark and ominous as the candles gutter around the edge of the room.
    â€œElder Kauko is attending to her body, but—”
    â€œHer body.” It comes out as a squeak.
    He purses his lips. “He’s trying to make her comfortable. If you insist on being there, it’s best if you wait in the antechamber.”
    It feels like there’s a stone on my chest. Each breath is an effort. “I won’t wait outside, Elder. I need to see her.” This time, my voice is loud and sure. I’m not a little girl. And though I’ve been taught the value of obedience, my Valtia’s voice in my head also reminds me that I’m the someday queen. And if Kauko’s right, I’ll be more powerful than any before me. I’d best start owning it now.
    Elder Leevi bows his head. “As you wish.”
    I enter the corridor where her quarters are located. A few acolytes and maidservants are milling about, their faces ashen. Some of them are crying. Helka’s down the hall, weeping loudly. I grit my teeth. They’re grieving for a queen who still lives. I walk past them without acknowledging them, striding into her antechamber, which is paneled with carved wood. The hammered copper ceiling looks like it’s on fire as we pass beneath with the lantern. Leevi tells his apprentice to wait while we enter, and I’m grateful. The Valtia doesn’t need prying eyes right now. She needs me, her Saadella.
    Leevi gently grips my shoulder. “Elli, please prepare yourself—”
    â€œWhy does everyone keep saying that to me?” I lurch away from him and barrel into her bedchamber.
    The room is lit with a few candles. Aleksi stands at the foot of her bed, still as a statue. The door to the balcony is wide open, the drapes fluttering with the breeze from the Motherlake. Goose bumps ride across my skin, but a moment later a gust of heat washes over me, raising beads of sweat. I walk slowly toward the Valtia’s bed as Elder Leevi strides ahead of me to alert Elder Kauko, who is hunched over it, his back to me.
    Elder Kauko looks over his shoulder and frowns. “You should be in the Stone Chamber. You don’t want to see this, my Saadella.”
    â€œDon’t tell me what I want.”
    His brows rise in surprise at my defiant tone, but then he gives me a sorrowful, apologetic smile. “I shouldn’t have presumed.” He bows and moves aside.
    My stomach clenches. The Valtia writhes on her bed, her naked body covered in a thin, gauzy sheet. All her adornments have been removed—her crown, her dress, the cuff of Astia—probably taken back to the catacombs. Blood-dotted bandages cling to the crook of each arm. Her white face paint has washed or chipped away, revealing only horror beneath. My heart crumbles as I hear the pained hiss of her breaths. Her beautiful face is marred by black and red patches of blistered skin, but as I move closer, mounting the steps up to the platform where her mattress sits, I see that other parts of her are gray-blue and fissured. Bloodless and frozen. Two of the fingers of her left hand have cracked and fallen away. They lie like chipped stones in the folds of the sheets, ice crystals melting and leaving a wet pink stain. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her head thrown back as agony consumes her.
    â€œMy Valtia,” I whisper, my bottom lip trembling.
    As soon as she hears my voice, her eyes open. Once a majestic icy blue, now they’re crimson. “Elli,”