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The ceiling’s runes responded like loyal hounds, bursting into complex rotations, dragging unseen forces into alignment. My Grimoire shuddered violently. The script on its pages bled—literally—like ink cut open from veins. I pressed it closed and steadied my breath.
"You never wanted to be saved," I murmured, more to myself than to her.
She heard it anyway.
"No," she said. "I wanted to be understood."
A dozen shadowy figures formed behind her—echoes ...
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