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... er hour before the ash thickened, before the birds went silent, before the trees started bleeding.
But fate, as usual, kept its own clock.
We were halfway to the observation clearing when I felt it—that tug. Not on my body, but something deeper. Like the forest itself exhaled and I inhaled it. Old magic. Corrupted. Hungry.
Roderick turned back to us, his brow furrowed beneath that thick mane of hair. "Hold position," he barked. "Something’s wrong."
No one argued. ...
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