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... one and cold stone. Lucy knelt on the smooth, dark floor, her head bowed, her silver hair falling around her face like a curtain. For days, or maybe weeks—time had lost all meaning here—Alistair had been pushing her. Not with violence, but with a relentless, crushing pressure, like the ocean depths. He forced her to reach for a power that felt like trying to grasp her own shadow.
"Again," his voice echoed, calm and unmovable. "Deeper. It is not a tool you wield. It is what you are."
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