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The Light That Found Us

Author: Loria Malf
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Seraphina’s POV

Dawn didn’t break that morning.

It crept in, slowly, like something ashamed of arriving late.

The air was thin, almost brittle. Every breath tasted like soot. Even the wind—once wild, untamed—had gone still, as if the island itself was waiting for something to end.

We were alive.

But barely.

We moved carefully through the woods, avoiding the trails choked with corrupted roots and blood-soaked leaves. The night’s battle had scattered us. Some had fled alone. Others had simply vanished.

Now we searched for them.

Stephen took the lead, sword in hand, his shoulders tense. Marta flanked the left edge of our sweep. I stayed in the center, watching every branch and shadow, counting every heartbeat.

And then—

A whistle.

Low, three tones.

We froze.

It was a code. One we’d agreed on days ago, when we still believed this was just a trial.

Stephen replied.

And out of the underbrush came four students. Two I recognized immediately—Rina and Kel, both from my original group. The othe
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