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... and had been, gushing hot and fast, soaking her sleeve. Her face had gone ghostly pale, and the world around her wavered like a dream. Her knees threatened to buckle. Darkness pressed at the edges of her sight—thick, heavy, final.
Somewhere in the haze, she heard it.
’Mother... Come. Let’s go, Mother.`
Her eyes snapped open, darting around the ruined hall. No one. Only Alina, standing there with her wand poised, watching like a predator enjoying the last twitch of prey. < ...
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