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... prayers echoed through the ice. Their chant rose — not to Heaven, but to memory.
"We remember the light we lost. In the name of the the acclaim, in the name of the new chosen prophet..."
And with that, the white barrier around the town flared alive.
It was not elegant magic. It was desperation, soul-force turned into substance.
The wall of light shook, cracked, then hardened — a dome of divine spite forged by the abandoned.
Merlin stood within the heart of ...
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