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... Morning Mist]
The sky blurred beneath Zephyy’s wings—blue, silver, then white as we cut through morning clouds. Raventon’s forests stretched below like a dark, tangled sea. Beautiful. Haunted. Older than any kingdom drawn on a map.
Cold wind bit my cheeks. I didn’t mind.
Cold was better than feeling anything warm right now.
"Master!" Zephyy’s voice echoed in my head as he circled down. "We’re close! I can sense the spirits already—they’re watching us!" ...
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