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Each wing bore scars. Tears where light should’ve been. Etchings burned into bone and membrane—sigils of ancient courts long lost. Their descent wasn’t graceful.
It was surrender.
Mira instinctively stepped in front of Leon. Tomas flanked her. Both ready, both silent. The girl raised no alarm, no shield. She only watched.
"They were watchers once," she murmured. "Witnesses to the flame. When the fifth seal cracked, they lost more than names. They lost the sky."
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