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... atural.
Wind howled constantly, but the trees didn't bend. Birds didn't fly. The clouds didn't move. Everything felt held in place, as if the world was holding its breath… or being watched.
Luka's squad moved cautiously along a narrow cliff trail that hugged the base of the mountain ridge. The ridge marked the edge of the leyline fracture—now visibly bleeding dark mist that spiraled skyward in threads of violet smoke.
Arthur had been quiet since the basin.
Focused ...
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