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... st. He snagged a handful of dusty rubble and let it slip through his fingers, watching each grain fall like a countdown to disaster.
Okay, Ian, he chided himself, keep it together. He drew a ragged piece of cotton over his forehead to hide the faint glow of his bloodline aura. His robes, once pristine, were now frayed and smeared with ash. He tugged the hood low, willing the shadow to swallow his face.
A breeze whispered through broken tiles, carrying a scent like scorched iron. ...
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