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CHAPTER 30: BEFORE SUNRISE

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I found Sera in Vanessa's room.

She was sitting cross-legged on the floor cleaning her mother's blade with a strip of cloth, moving the edge through the fabric with the steady, rhythmic attention of someone performing a ritual that kept the rest of her from flying apart. She looked up when I entered. Read my face. Read the absence of golden light at my fingertips.

"Something's different," she said.

"I healed him. His wolf is awake. The rot is gone."

"That's not what's different."

I held up my h
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