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... > Northern watched Sael’s face as the bow materialized fully, coiling into itself before settling into shape. Its limbs were not carved wood or shaped metal but living architecture: eight sinuous tentacle-forms of deep navy and gunmetal blue, intertwining and spiraling around each other like frozen currents caught mid-dance. Each tendril gleamed with an oily iridescence, shifting between midnight and burnished silver depending on how the light caught it.
The central grip featured a diamo ...
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