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... posture unreadable—neither threat nor invitation.
The faint shimmer of his form made the air around him bend, as though even reality was reluctant to crowd him too closely.
Veil stayed at the shadow of his neck, a quiet specter breathing in sync with him, her presence a thin veil of cold.
The smell in the chamber was damp and metallic. Old blood. Rust. And under it, something acrid—burned mana, the kind that lingered after a contract was broken violently. The dust swirled ...
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