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... > Emma floated weightlessly above the frost-covered summit, but she no longer felt like Emma. That name… it felt distant now, like a half-remembered dream whispered in a child's voice. It had served its purpose, had sheltered her, protected her when the world forgot who she truly was.
But now?
Now, she remembered.
Her silver claws curled as power surged through every cell of her body—not destructive, not ravenous, but ancient. A rhythm older than creation, a heartbeat tha ...
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