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... hin, her voice faded out. Amara Ravenswood spoke as if balancing on a breath. Uncertainty curled through each syllable. Almost breakable, the silence followed. Fragile echoes stayed behind.
Out of nowhere, she offered some awkward explanation involving "help" along with aligning pressure spots on energy lines. Everyone in the space just froze, eyes flickering in silence.
Julian D’Aurelius blinked too.
They called me... to lend a hand?
The patriarch lay motionless ...
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