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... efore a storm or a miracle.
All eyes were on the basin.
The hall was lined with tiers of velvet-clad nobility, Seers in their bone-white robes, and priests garbed in ceremonial fire weave. Each held their breath as the final Rite reached its peak.
Marcella stood at the center of it all. She did not fidget. Her hands were folded before her, palms steady despite the heat rippling from the ancient stone in front of her.
Blue-white fire burst upward from the b ...
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