Whispers of Frost and Fire
“I’m coming.”
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When we arrived at the lake, Brandon busied himself setting up first aid supplies—oxygen tanks, blankets, an oral airway device. Ares stood beside Amanda, who looked pale under the moonlight, her fingers clenched tightly together as if she were barely holding herself together.
Aurelia stood in the water, wearing a simple white gown that clung to her body, the reflection of the full moon dancing on the ripples around her. She looked ethereal, like something out of a prophecy. My heart clenched at the sight.
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