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... lm absorbing the residual static. "Ground it," he ordered, voice low, and twisted his grip so their joined skin made a conduit to the metal flooring. A thread of lightning bled from her to him, then to earth, dissipating in a soft hiss.
He followed immediately with an incant: "Eva’rel lun thar." The syllables of Old Sylvan were as clean as razor cuts, delivered with perfect cadence. A stillness slid through the crackling air as though the language itself were a key twisting in a lock. Th ...
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