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... a storm—where the air still buzzes with leftover energy and no one quite knows what to say. Candles flickered against cracked walls, the scent of burned wood and ancient magic lingering in every room.
Selene sat curled in a blanket by the library fireplace. Her fingers traced the edge of the journal that had saved her—again. The seal inside it still pulsed faintly when she touched it, like it had a heartbeat. Hers? Cain's? She didn't know anymore.
Footsteps echoed behind her.
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