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... esitation, without ceremony, had stepped in and shouldered the consequence of something she couldn’t fight. And not with spectacle—but with ease. With control. As if none of it rattled him. As if Thalor’s oppressive, suffocating mana was merely dust brushed from a shoulder.
And then...
He winked.
Back then, right after it all diffused—when her lungs were still burning and her spine was still trembling beneath her gown—he winked. Not smug. Not flippant. Just that glimmer o ...
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