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... I feel... familiarity."
That gave Victor pause.
He studied her briefly—the way she sat so still atop a moving behemoth, unbothered by speed, altitude, or danger. The way her presence felt anchored, as if even reality hesitated to interfere with her.
She wasn’t weak.
She had never been weak.
She had simply been consumed.
Eirene lifted one hand, curling her fingers slightly.
Above them, the air vibrated.
Snow clouds began to form, co ...
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