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... romised a sunrise only if you survived to see it.
They matched me uphill through a spine of black rock to the rookery...a bowl of shattered basalt where wind keened like a saw. Sigils burned along the cliff rim,blue-white and cold, a ring of warding meant to keep spectators from being flash-cooked. It did nothing for the two idiots scheduled to tempt fate inside the circle.
One of those idiots was me.
Alma floated at my shoulder like a smug screensaver,glossy hair, neon e ...
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