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... was like someone had swapped out my bones for glass copies—hollow, echoing, ready to shatter with the wrong move. My reflection in the basin confirmed it: a glimmer in the pupils that wasn’t quite mine, faint aura whorls leaking from my skin in unpredictable rhythms.
The Grimoire lay half-open on my desk, humming like a lazy predator with a full belly. I didn’t dare touch it.
Not yet.
My hands trembled as I laced my boots. Not from fear.
From absence.
Ther ...
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