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Chapter 30: The Ashes Speak
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... Birds didn't sing. Trees leaned as if whispering secrets. Even the wind was cautious.
Elric rode ahead, hood drawn low. His sigil throbbed under the glove—a quiet drumbeat in his bones. Beside him, Lira flipped a dagger between her fingers, watching shadows for movement, but more for distraction than danger.
"You know," she muttered, "you could've refused the letter."
"I could've also refused being born. Didn't have much choice there either."
"Philosophy doesn't ...
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