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... unblinking, the storm behind the stillness. But the cultists did.
A dozen of them broke from the pack, not scattering but converging. Their target wasn’t the Verdant Lotus line. Wasn’t the village.
It was me.
They moved fast. Faster than they had a right to. Like dogs loosed from a leash, gnashing their teeth with glee.
I stepped forward, arm outstretched to shove Elder Ming behind me, already preparing to meet the charge. Flame pooled in my palm. My stance shift ...
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