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Chapter 9: The Shadow’s Mercy
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2026-01-04 11:03:59The silver-hounds were beasts of nightmare—wolves bred with dark alchemy and conditioned to hate the scent of magic. They lunged across the frost-covered grass of the valley, their jaws snapping with bone-crushing force.
Lyra waited until the lead hound was inches from her throat.In a movement that defied the physics of the human body, she dissolved. One moment she was there; the next, she was a plume of black smoke that flowed around the hound like water. She materialized
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