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... ows poured upward in a spiraling torrent, not like smoke, but like living limbs of fractured memories, reaching with clawed fingers of half-formed light. They screeched in overlapping voices—thousands of whispers colliding into a maddening chorus.
Nysha was already moving. She grabbed Lindarion’s forearm and yanked him back as a tendril of obsidian mist lashed where his chest had been a second earlier.
"Lindarion—focus!" she snapped.
But he could barely hear her.
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