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... ng for the gate to vanish before reclaiming its place. The cold returned with it—the real kind, not the still, dead chill of before. Breath misted in the air. Trees creaked. The world remembered how to breathe.
But the camp did not move.
All eyes were on Leon.
He stood at the edge of where the gate had once been, his cloak shifting in the wind, his back straight but not tense. There was no sword in his hand. No visible magic. And yet no one dared speak.
Elena move ...
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