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Mara was being dragged up those stone steps like a lamb to slaughter, the cult leader’s hand pressed against her, his sickening smile carved into his face as he mused himself with all of the chaos going on around him.
Everything else ceased to exist. The screams, the fires, the spells detonating in the sky. It all faded into the background, drowned beneath the deafening roar of my own blood pounding through my ears. The last thread of restraint snapped, and I moved.
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