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... ept. The image of the rift was burned into his mind, replaying again and again like a scene refusing to fade.
The spiraling red gate. The silence. The hum. The chill.
It had changed something in him.
So by the time the first light of dawn warmed the stone streets of Elandra, he was already up, dressed, and heading toward the plaza fountain outside the Adventurer’s Guild. That’s where he found Lyra, arms crossed, cloak wrapped around her shoulders. She looked up as he appr ...
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