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... stared at his hands. They trembled—not from fear, but recognition. Somewhere, in that fracture of memory, he had seen himself. Not as he was now, but as something older. Something bound in chains of memory and prophecy.
Lyra sat quietly beside him, knees pulled to her chest, her spellbook open but forgotten in her lap.
"You said... the Hollow King," she whispered. "What does that mean?"
Raen didn't answer at first.
Because the answer wasn't in words. It was feeli ...
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