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... city stirred.
He stood atop the old stone wall that overlooked the eastern forest.
From this high up, the ruined grove wasn’t visible, but he could feel it. The way a hunter senses when a predator is still watching.
The pulse of the leyline hadn’t vanished. It had just... quieted. Gone still like a venomous snake under leaves, waiting.
Snow perched quietly on his shoulder, his small claws gently gripping Luka’s cloak, watching too.
Behind him, boots scrap ...
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