The Sister raises her hand. Instead of a fingernail, a bright tourmaline lies embedded in her finger tip, encr

The Sister raises her hand. Instead of a fingernail, a bright tourmaline lies embedded in her finger tip, encrusted with caked blood. "This stone holds a powerful spell of Imprisonment. A touch, a single secret word — and you'll disappear underground, outside time, trapped forever between life and death. But I'd rather die than curse you so."