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... e silence following the explosion was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic hiss of escaping steam from the severed pipes. Vane lay in the center of the crater, his fingers twitching toward the star-steel spear that had rolled a few feet away. His mana core felt like a burnt-out furnace: cold, hollow, and jagged. Every breath was a labor of agony, the air in his lungs feeling like a mixture of iron filings and freezing mist.
The phantom of Senna had vanished, but the psychic weight of the [ ...
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