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... howled through the trees, bending branches and scattering dead leaves like whispers of an impending storm. The clouds gathered thick and low, like a cloak— one made from silk and thick wool.
And Nyx’Zariel rose with the wind.
Her heart churned like the sky—wild, stormy, restless. Her mood was as dark as the alleyways no one dared to walk, the places where nightmares hid in the corners.
She had slept too long. Her strength—buried, dormant—had grown quiet over time. Too qu ...
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