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... hrough passes that tested every muscle and every nerve. Dawn broke cold and clear the morning we crested the final ridge, the spire rising like a needle of crystal piercing the clouds—Valthorne’s sanctum, the nexus where it all began and, if the stars aligned right, where it’d end. The air buzzed electric, charged with old magic that made the relics vibrate in my pack, the full circle now a symphony of light and heat and whisper. The scepter felt like an extension of my arm, shards woven in seam ...
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