Kahlan The ritual circle still smoked a little where the chalk had burned, the scent of scorched earth and spent magic hanging heavy in the stagnant air. The barrier was gone. There was no more shimmering glow, no more impenetrable wall of translucent light that had separated our world from the abyss. Just open land stretching into the distance. Soren lay in my arms, his body limp, a weight that felt far heavier than it should have if he was still here. His chest didn't move, remaining flat against the frantic pressure of my own heaving breaths. There was no heartbeat. I stared at his face—pale as winter marble, eyes closed as if in a sleep he had no intention of waking from—and the entire world narrowed down to just the curve of his jaw and the silence between us. He had given his life for mine, a conscious choice made in a heartbeat that felt like an eternity. He had stepped in, offered his own soul up to the hungry void of the siphoners, and now he was gone, leav
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