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... the clearing like distant thunder.
Its branches twisted against the sky, gnarled limbs reaching out like skeletal fingers.
The faint pulses of light crawling through the bark flickered erratically, almost like a heartbeat.
Or a warning.
Nero tightened his grip on his wand, eyes never leaving the old woman.
Her frail frame looked like it could snap in a breeze, but her presence pressed against the air like a weight.
She wasn’t just some elder, she w ...
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