The vision took her without warning. One moment Celeste was on her knees in the council room, the silver light still burning from her hands as the runes fought back. The next moment the smoking chamber vanished and she stood in another room entirely. It was older, colder, lit by the same red glow that had haunted every vision since the seal began to break. She knew this place. This was the chamber where Lyssara had once found the truth. A man stood in the center of it. He was shirtless. Dark tattoos covered his shoulders, his arms, and the full length of his back
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