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... e crouched beside the rock and brushed the frost off the top.
A mark.
Just one.
Scratched in. Rough. Sharp lines. Not carved with a tool.
A claw, maybe.
He traced it with his glove. Not a rune. Not a sigil.
Just a circle.
A broken one.
Lira appeared beside him.
She said nothing.
Because what was there to say?
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