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... eared completely behind the trees. The cold wind cut at his face, and the sound of the hooves muffled any trace of remorse. He didn’t look back—there was nothing there worth keeping.
When he finally stopped, the moon was already high, veiled by thin clouds.
He dismounted slowly, taking a deep breath. The bracelet still flickered—unstable glyphs, the arcane markings writhing as if trying to detach themselves from the surface.
The enchantment was on the verge of complete fa ...
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