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... still thick, soaking deep into the earth like the screams that had been silenced hours ago.
Arawn now—walked as if burdened by invisible chains. Each movement slow, deliberate.
His body, still aching from the backlash of overusing his abilities, trembled faintly beneath the black coat that was now soaked in gore and soot.
His fingers twitched involuntarily, and sharp stabs of pain pulsed along the nerves of his arms, but his expression remained still. Cold.
Besid ...
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