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... the arena. Maeve was using everything she could to avoid the blasts of lighting, but there was only so much she could do while she was holding back her true abilities.
Even now, Elias could tell that she’d begun to let some of them slip through. The harpsong swirling through the air had changed. Faint melodic notes, so soft that they were almost to pick up on, hung between the strings like dew drops on a spider web.
Maeve was doing everything she could to avoid revealing her ide ...
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