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... body twitched against the suffocating sludge, his hand clawing at the ground as if by instinct, searching for something... anything... to anchor him. His thoughts spiraled, grasping for a way out, a trick, a memory, a spell, even a lie he could wield like a blade.
Memories rushed in, unbidden, slamming through him as though his skull had been split. Gideon’s laughter, Aisha’s soft chiding... faces blurred between warmth and regret. Their voices mingled with the bitter sting of betrayal, ...
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