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... rst from the air like thrown veils: Roth leaning over a burning map table, eyes furious; Clara reaching out with ghost-pale fingers; a heap of students from his engineering lectures, faces melting into blame. Each specter clawed for his focus.
He ignored them all.
Sylvanna's next arrow hissed past Draven's ear, feathers brushing the edge of his hood. The shaft split into three shards mid-flight, each fragment skewering a different phantom that leapt to intercept him—one took the ...
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