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Pulse of the Unknown
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2025-09-01 22:00:00Therrin’s POV
The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of dew-soaked grass and the faint tang of the nearby stream. Therrin stretched her arms, feeling the tightness in her shoulders loosen after a night of restless sleep. The Mistress had insisted on beginning the day with a lesson in controlling shadow currents outside, where the environment could both challenge and enhance their abilities.“Focus, Therrin,” the Mistress’s voice purred, soft but commanding. “Your magic is aware of your body, your heartbeat, your hesitation. You cannot hide weakness from it.”Therrin nodded, hands tightening around the edge of the small orb of dark light floating between them. The shadows responded instantly to the Mistress’s subtle gestures, shifting like liquid, stretching toward her fingertips with an almost sentient awareness. She tried to mimic the fluidity, feeling the tendrils of darkness coil around her wrists.“You’re resisting,” the Mistress observ
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