The air inside the ruined chapel smelled of damp, crushed stone, centuries-old dust, and the stale, bitter tang of burning old-world incense. Moonlight cut through the gaping holes in the vaulted slate roof, casting long, pale shafts of silver that illuminated the intricate circle of coarse salt and rusted iron filings Elowen had drawn across the cracked, uneven flags of the floor. She stood dead center within the boundary, her gnarled wooden staff planted firmly between her boots, the dark grain etched with ancient, jagged runes that pulsed with an intermittent, sickly green luminescence.Aziel and Lior stood just outside the salt line, their boots inches from the iron filings. In the pale moonlight, their shadows merged on the flagstones behind them—a single, strange silhouette with two heads, yet broadcasting the steady, uneasy rhythm of two hearts beating in terrifying sync.Elowen’s voice broke the silence, unnervingly soft, almost gentle in its delivery. "I can cut it. Permanent
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