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... t with a hum.
With heat.
It bloomed through his palm in a flashless ignition—not fire, but something older. The kind of warmth buried in the heart of dying stars. It didn’t scorch his skin. It crawled under it, threading through his flesh like a second bloodstream made of light and memory.
Yorrik’s hand jerked back—but only for a moment.
The seal beneath his palm had awakened.
He could feel it reco ...
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