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... erence as the first pulse of her magic began to rise. The ingredients she had requested were all laid before her
My skin buzzed with energy, the kind that came before something irreversible. Varya stood by the window, silent and watchful. Cyrin's eyes were closed, already anchoring himself for the magical support he would need to offer. I could feel the crackling tension in the room like the start of a coming storm.
Astrid's lips parted.
Then the door burst open.
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