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... stood motionless, eyes locked on the furious crimson burning within the crystal.
The heat wasn't what held her—it was the memory those flames dragged to the surface, memories that she despised and regretted the most.
Her gaze darkened, pupils contracting slightly, as if she were staring at an enemy rather than a reflection of her own affinity.
"Alicia."
A gentle but firm hand rested on her shoulder. The weight of it pulled her back from that place in her mind. ...
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