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... a single downstroke. Except he doesn’t try to crush me with it; he ties it to the Violet Mist pattern and turns the blow into a storm of heavy petals that land with weight instead of cuts. They try to pin me. Clever. I walk out of it and admire the idea even as I refuse it.
He breathes once—long, even—and the Grey rises again.
More. Mid Radiant has given him more wood for the fire and a better chimney. He can push it without choking on smoke. The lair feels it. The crystal ribs ...
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