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I had been dreaming of my mother again, and for the second time that night, I woke up in a puddle of my own sweat.

I had seen an impression of my mother’s face, with mottled hands that reached out for me from the murky depths of the sea I was standing over, the thin circle of her mouth opened in a silent scream.

“Mother!” I gasped, jerking forward and up from the bed, glancing about me wildly, even when I knew she was already dead. 

Alpha Toph had said the dark descendant Gobar killed her. I swallowed the angry tears that welled in my eyes, feeling as...