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... at same strange aura from before—gold and alternating streaks of blue lightning—still shimmered faintly across his arm.
The mist-figure tilted its head at him.
"…Everhart…"
The voice was an echo of an echo, a whisper cracked down the middle.
Merlin spoke before anyone else could. "Why are you here?"
The fog-body stretched, shifting like it was amused—or angered; it was impossible to tell.
"…the aberration must be corrected…"
"Elara. Nathan. ...
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