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... sharp, almost burnt. Lindarion lifted a hand for silence. The soldiers halted instantly. Even the air seemed to pause.
They moved carefully toward the source, and as the foliage thinned, the trees opened into a hollow glade. In its center lay a crater, not large, but unnatural. The soil had melted into black glass, and at its heart pulsed a golden ember no larger than a coin.
Ashwing hissed softly. "Draconic essence again."
Lindarion approached, the ground crunching fain ...
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