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... d drew a thin line in the air. Wind stacked behind it, ready to do something ugly.
"Move," I snapped.
Lyra didn’t freeze. She dropped her folio, kicked it backward so the pages stayed clean, and pivoted off the line. The cut shaved her sleeve and chewed a groove in the stone where her arm had been.
Cael hit Verrin’s flank. No shout. Just weight. Verrin rode the hit and didn’t fall. He whipped the wand low at Cael’s ankle. Cael took it, turned, planted—floor honest.
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