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... up. No flashy weave. No elegant sigil. He traced the old, small curve that opened a seam between a shadow and the thing that cast it.
A fold, not a tear. He pulled one sliver of dark away from a fallen beam and set it where his thigh had been a heartbeat ago.
To the wolves, the shadow looked thicker there, and the thicker darkness felt like a weight. They took the bite.
Their eyes tried to correct for the blue insects’ glow bouncing off their own crystal. Their correctio ...
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