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... now. The underlying copper tang of ancient rust and the sickening sweet rot of dead mana were still present. They were baked into the concrete walls. But now those scents were overlaid with something sharp and electrifying. It was the ozone-and-loam smell of high-tier life and death magic crashing together.
It tasted like a thunderstorm trapped in a crypt.
Senna was awake. Vane had scavenged pillows from the other empty cots propping her up so she wasn’t lying flat. She looked le ...
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