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The Fire That Answers

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Alejandro

The moment she left…The Haven didn’t relax. It sharpened, instead. That’s the difference between survival and instinct. Survival waits for danger to pass. Instinct knows that danger doesn’t leave.

It repositions. I remained at the boundary longer than necessary. Watching the place where Magister Elowen Kaine had stood. The air still carried her cold, ordered yet wrong imprint.

Inferno shifted beneath my skin. Not agitated but focused. “She will return.” “Yes.” it was not a question
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