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... and shadow had collided, its stones split open like cracked bone. Ash floated in the air, curling upward in ghostly spirals before fading into the night. Every breath carried dust, burnt iron, and the faint, bitter tang of blood.
Silence pressed down like a weight.
The disciples were gone, swallowed by the rift with their elder, but their absence did not ease the air. It was as though their swords still lingered—phantoms in the stone, edges humming faintly, threatening to strike ...
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