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... re, the familiar scent of old parchment and burning incense filling the space.
Confusion settled in as they sat up, exchanging wary glances.
"Did we dream everything?" Athena whispered, her fingers brushing against the mark on her wrist. The warmth of the phoenix pulsed beneath her touch, as real as it had been in the palace.
"No," Mors said, standing. His dragon, curled at the foot of the tent, let out a slow breath, its golden eyes watching him with knowing intelligence ...
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