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... embling in my hands, my mind a cacophony of panic, calculation, and utter, crushing despair.
They wanted me to run.
During the solstice hunt.
To the eastern edge of the mist.
Where they’d be waiting.
It was a trap.
Obviously, it was a trap.
But it was also a threat.
A real one.
Because Yana was real. Thal was real. And Wren—
My chest seized again at the thought of Wren’s name, at what it meant, at what I’d left behin ...
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