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... wind whipping through my hair as the forest shrank beneath us.
Freya cried out beside me, flailing her arms helplessly. But it was useless against the relentless pull.
Moments later, the pull stopped.
We were suspended in mid-air, high above the treetops, the cold night air biting into our skin. Beneath us, the dark forest stretched endlessly like a black mass.
"Rin!" Freya screamed, her voice barely audible in the wind.
She stretched out her arms, trying ...
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