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... still locked in their desperate stand.
The violent flares of alien Magic from the rift had settled for the moment, no longer lashing like wild tendrils, but the pressure from the other side hadn't faded. If anything, it felt stronger now like something was pressing against the barrier, searching for cracks but not yet taking action.
"I'm almost… out," Annette whispered through clenched teeth, sweat trailing down her face. Her arms trembled as she kept her palms outstretched, Mag ...
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