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I paced back and forth across the broken stone just beyond the threshold of the mountain’s core. The magic here was thick, dense, and coiled like a living thing pressed too long into stone. Every few steps, the wind would rise, carrying whispers that were not voices but felt like echoes of pain.
Tor stood by the edge of the ridge, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the twisting storm above the peak. He had not spoken in the last five minutes, which meant he was holding everything back ...
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