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A glint.
A dagger.
Flung through the air—fast, precise.
Its trajectory—Medusa’s throat.
Thrown by a man who refused to let fate change its course.
--X—
Lira raised both arms instinctively, palms splayed wide.
CLANG!
The dagger struck the conjured mercury barrier with a shriek of metal against liquid force, bouncing off and skittering harmlessly across the floor. A breath caught in her thro ...
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