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... it open.
Not metaphorically. Not poetically.
Literally.
A crack of blue lightning tore across the clouds as Zephyy descended like a falling star—wings spread wide, scales glowing like molten sapphire. Haldor gulped beside me. Roland whispered a prayer he didn’t remember.
And I...I felt my heartbeat stop. Because in Zephyy’s talons—screaming, cursing, thrashing, glowing—hung a Spirit Goddess.
A real one.
Golden hair whipping like fi ...
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