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The Rogourau breathing was ragged, its golden eyes locked onto me with something between hatred and recognition. Every instinct I had screamed at me to step back, to put as much distance as possible between myself and the beast that could rip through steel like parchment.
But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Something in the air shifted sharp, electric, like the very mountain was holding its breath. My chest tightened as a strange warmth pulsed ag ...
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