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... even the restless hiss of the distant breakers. Draven and Korin stood together at the very edge, boots scuffing grit that wanted to slide into black infinity. Frost-starred clouds drifted low enough to snag on jagged promontories, turning every breath into a faint plume that vanished before it could warm the air.
Between them, the Lantern hung on Korin’s chest like a captive sun. Its surface—usually a steady topaz—throbbed with anxious light, each pulse brighter than the one before. Th ...
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