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... d. Each step sent ripples through the flames, as though the path recognized them, measured them, judged them. The heat was not physical; it pressed directly against their spirits, peeling away every lie they had ever told themselves.
Tovin flinched as the fire dimmed around him. “Hey—why does mine look... disappointed?”
Marra snorted softly. “Because yours knows you.”
“I’m beginning to hate magical architecture.”
Erian didn’t respond. His gaze stayed fixed forward ...
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