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... ed with the burnt orange of firestorms and crackled under clouds heavy with wrath. Screams from distant rebel outposts drifted into the wind, carried like haunting lullabies.
The land wept for its king and queen.
And their legacy answered with fire.
Cain stood in the war chamber, hands pressed to the cold stone table. Selene paced silently behind him, her brows furrowed, her magic thrumming just beneath her skin. The air was too still. Too sharp.
"They've gone too ...
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