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... syllable weighted with power older than the stones beneath our feet. Her grip on my hand was iron, the runes carved into the floor glowing hot beneath my knees.
Then....
My mother’s eyes snapped fully open, blazing that otherworldly, spectral light. Her scream tore through the room like a blade, so loud and unnatural it made the air itself quiver. Every muscle in her body convulsed, the bed frame groaning as if it might splinter beneath her.
"Hold her!" Astrid barked.
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