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Chapter 108: What Burns and What Doesn't

Author: Hayford A. Elizabeth
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-10-07 17:14:14

Smoke rose dark against the grove's gold-green canopy, visible even from the clearing, and I felt the specific cold clarity that came only in the half-second before fear became action.

"Go," Jasper said, already turning toward the sound, sword still drawn. "I'll hold him."

"You will not hold anything alone," Dessa said, already moving, three of her own enforcers peeling away toward the smoke while the rest tightened around Corvane with the specific disciplined speed of people who had trained fo
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