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... of demons or of Dythrael’s kin, it was something native, something that had once belonged to the land itself.
The voice spoke again, this time from within the sphere. "You reek of the Old Flame. Of blood not your own."
Lindarion’s fingers tightened around his sword hilt. "Then you know who I am."
"A thief of breath. A half-formed heir of storms." The voice deepened, resonant enough to shake the roots. "You should not exist."
"Yet here I stand."
The mist co ...
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