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... ilver hair tied into a rough tail, the faint red curse marks on her calf pulsing subtly with every breath.
Her blue eyes were sharp, fixed on the path, her silence heavy with determination.
The trail turned soft underfoot, leaves coated in a sticky layer of red dust, the air thick, wrong, like breathing through a veil of ash.
Leon raised his palm, his voice low.
"Fireball."
A small ember danced at his fingertips, weak and flickering, then fizzled out with ...
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