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... leaves and the hush of twilight settling over the forest.
The Book of Spells gripped loosely in one hand—yet it pulsed faintly against his palm, like a heartbeat. For a brief moment, when the book was placed in his hand, the air had shifted—not with power, but with memory. Old magic. Ancient and dormant... until her.
He turned the book over, studying its familiar, foreign surface. How had it returned? Why now? And why her?
Unnoticed by others, the book vibrated faintly u ...
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