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... p> It thickened.
Like the world had inhaled and forgotten how to exhale.
Magnolia’s blood stained the old stone altar, soaking into ancient grooves carved by forgotten claws. The symbol on her hand glowed faintly, pulsing with a heat that wasn’t fire but memory. Ancient and wild.
She kept her head bowed, ignoring the throb in her skull and the rising hum in her chest. The voices of the elders had faded into silence behind her, and still she waited.
Waited for the ...
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