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... peaceful whiteness. She was standing on scorched earth, beneath a sky the color of old blood.
Heat slammed into her—oppressive, suffocating, wrong. The air tasted like copper and ash.
"Welcome," the voice said, now coming from directly beside her, "to one of the places where petty selfishness ends up."
Elara turned.
A woman stood there now—fully materialized for the first time. Tall, ageless, with features that seemed to shift between ethnicities and ages dependi ...
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