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"The saint is here! The saint has arrived!"
The voice tore through the silence like a trumpet blast, sharp and desperate.
Luther’s eyes snapped open. His lungs heaved like he had been drowning, and his hands instinctively clawed at his chest. For one long, dizzy moment, he thought he was still trapped in the chaos of the temple—fire, corrupted magic, and screams—but no. This was different. His hands... they weren’t burned or bloody. They were clean.
Too clean.
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