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Sitting cross-legged on the edge of his modest bed, Asher closed his eyes and drew in a long, steady breath, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.
His room was dimly lit as he had pulled the curtains shut a few minutes prior.
His hands rested lightly on his knees, fingers twitching slightly as he focused on the familiar, exhilarating pulse of lightning energy that surged through his veins.
Like an artist tracing the outline of a masterpiece, he envisioned the e ...
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