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... s cold.
And getting colder.
He stepped off the last terrace stair and into the shadow of the burning field. Except it wasn’t burning. It shimmered. A thousand flame-husks crawled the ridgeline, dragging chainmail feet through vitrified sand that still hissed with stolen heat.
Yorrik’s disciples waited for him—eleven now, the twelfth still twitching on the upper tier with his lungs full of steam.
They formed a crescent, hands lifted. No words spoken. Their palms pu ...
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