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... ke her ability had sucked something out of her. Hollow. She glanced down at her hand and watched as the ice formed on it, spreading less like flakes and shards and more like an icy-white root. Before her very eyes the wicked tendrils began to darken, a black smoke filling them until they’d turned the color of obsidian. She felt a little more drain out of her as she admired the glittering black material, turning her hand over with trembling shoulders. She felt empty, like a bottomless pit that co ...
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