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... tension buzzed louder than thunderclouds. Oak beams arched above, carved with runes from long-forgotten wars, and the scent of ash and old blood lingered like a ghost too stubborn to pass on.
Magnolia stood at the long obsidian table, head high, spine drawn taut like a bowstring. Her hands were folded, but the mark under her glove itched with a pulse she couldn’t name. One more word and she might just erupt too soon, too dangerously.
Rhett stood beside her, shoulders square in h ...
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