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... roaned as they sealed behind me, cutting off Cairon’s roar, the Forsaken’s voice, and the scream I didn’t know had ripped from my own throat. The air outside was thinner, colder—crisp with night—but I couldn’t breathe. Not really.
I pressed my hands against the stone, heart slamming against my ribs like it was trying to break free and claw its way back to him.
"Cairon!" I screamed, shadows rising with my panic, curling around my shoulders, my legs, my fingers—reaching, searching, ...
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