PREVIEW
... inger fell. It just learned rhythm.
We cut east through streets that looked chewed. The asphalt had bubbled where mana fire had kissed it. Every second storefront was gone—just ribs of rebar jutting out like broken teeth. A bus lay upside-down in a crater, its wheels still spinning slow because physics didn’t know when to quit.
Jax trudged ahead, armor bleeding rust into puddles. Hana’s shawl kept trying to glow, but the mist ate color. I stayed between them, because if either of ...
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