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... spirals, weaving across the floor like silk threads of mist. The temperature dropped in a heartbeat, my breath turning white.
A faint hum filled the air low, melodic, and alive. Blue light rippled down the glass blade, brightening until it looked like a fragment of winter sky trapped in crystal.
I could feel the mana moving steady, focused, perfect. Not even a hint of resistance. It flowed through me, through her, as if we shared the same pulse.
A moment later, the frost ...
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