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... irst it was faint. Then it became brighter.
A curved flame.
A curling wing.
A tiny phoenix, barely the size of a coin, engraved like living light on her inner wrist. Not painful. But warm. Unmistakable.
Fenna stared at it in awe.
"You learn everything," the Matron whispered. "You danced. You form a trust. You burned, and you healed. That is the rite of the phoenix."
Emberling fluttered onto her shoulder, her eyes glowing. The mark gently pulsed onc ...
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