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... y survival—thin and costly. "Climb," she rasped. "Altitude before the forge settles."
Raëdrithar obeyed, wings hammering the wounded air. Sylvanna’s vision narrowed to a tunnel rimmed in blue sparks. The lightning sickness regrouped, sending cold knives under her ribs. She tasted blood where she’d bitten through her lip, but she rode the agony, used it to focus. Below her, scorched masonry and dying phantoms boiled together, swallowed by rising steam.
On the plateau, Vaelira felt ...
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