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... m and across my ribs in a cool rush, plating my joints and shaping a blade into my hand. The Grey crown above my brow steadied. The Wings of Eclipse opened behind me—two flat pages of refusal that made places I wanted touch, touch.
I took in the field in one breath.
Fence bowing but honest. Ward choir shaking but singing. Marcus on the line, scales along his jaw, spear planted like a promise. Ian above, Domain tight around the choir instead of himself—good—horns out, eyes sharp. ...
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