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... to the oldest warden, felt it: a wind that wasn’t wind, a light that wasn’t light, moving through their dreams. It carried whispers, fragments of song, fragments of prophecy.
In the dream, they saw a figure walking through fire and frost alike, his shadow trailing gold and black in equal measure. Behind him walked armies of every race, and before him burned a sky torn open like a wound.
When the dream faded, they woke with the taste of mana on their tongues, and the certainty th ...
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