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... scales. His gaze drifted across the forest, the endless sweep of green. For a moment, it seemed nothing stirred but the wind.
Then, light.
Not the dying sun, nor lantern-flame, nor the glow of resin. This light was different, golden, pure, pulsing faintly like a heartbeat. It flickered at the edge of his vision, threading between branches, sinking toward the heart of Lorienya.
Ashwing lifted his head, slit-pupiled eyes narrowing. ’You see it too?’
"Yes."
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