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Chapter 159 - The Last Margin of Time

작가: Kristy Pearson
last update 게시일: 2026-02-19 13:48:09

(Caelum Ashborne)

Slowly, carefully, he opened his hand.

The ember bloomed instantly—not weak, not hesitant, but tight and furious, a compressed coil of gold-deep flame that snapped and writhed above his palm as if angered by restraint. It burned hotter than anything he had called before, its colour rich and layered, streaked with pale light that caught his breath.

It lit the scar-channel like a small altar, turning black stone to glass. The wind tried to steal it. The flame clung anyway, st
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