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The scream that followed was not her own. It was a man’s voice, roaring through her throat, ancient and terrified. “The relic is not the saint. The relic is the cage. I am the cardinal. I was never holy. I was hungry.”

He did the only thing a rational priest could do. He radioed the Vatican. “We have a situation.” relic cardinal

The cardiologist, Dr. Amara, was the first to break protocol. She touched the finger. The scream that followed was not her own

Alistair’s training screamed trick —ventriloquism, a hidden speaker. But the mummified tissue of the finger had shifted, bending at a joint that should have been fused for six hundred years. roaring through her throat