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... The spire rose from swamp mist, lightning rods protruding like needles stitched into angry sky. Old winds shrieked through their hollow cores, every gust sparking faint St-Elmo fire. She planted crampon hooks and hauled herself upward, each stride practiced from a lifetime in canopies and cliff-faces. Ice glazed every rung, brittle as spun sugar; she moved lightly to avoid shearing metal from stone.
Raëdrithar circled below, updrafts buffeting its wide storm-feathered wings. The chimera ...
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