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... nd shifting, like sunlight through molten glass. Shadows stretched unnaturally along the walls, whispering in voices that were almost familiar.
Jemil's chest throbbed with the pulse of the curse, each beat sending heat crawling over his skin. His wives flanked him, alert and tense. Mira's hands were ready to summon water, Lura's claws twitched, Yura's smirk was tight but uneasy, and Alvara's sword glinted faintly in anticipation.
The swordmaster's steps were deliberate. Every mov ...
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