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... the trees back. Flattened the snow. The air here felt stale. Not older. Just... touched.

Lucen stepped past a cracked tree trunk, eyes scanning ahead. His system pinged again, ambient pressure lowering slightly. Which wasn’t normal.

Then something moved in the drift just ahead. Not fast. Not a summon.

Just a man.

Bent forward, one arm dragging, clothes shredded and frozen stiff at the edges. Long coat, ripped. Hood missing. One side of his face was swollen and pur ...

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