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The Shadow That Stayed Behind

Author: Reign Babs
last update publish date: 2026-03-05 13:46:53

​Cassian’s POV

​The air in the Iron City tasted like copper and old soot. It was cold, but not the clean, biting cold of the North. This was a stagnant, artificial chill, the kind found in a cellar where the sun had never reached. I stood up, my muscles screaming in protest, and helped Winnie to her feet. She was still glowing, but the light was muted by the Abyssal bracers, turning her into a ghostly figure of pale emerald and silver.

​“This place is hollow,” Winnie whispered, her eyes darting
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