Mirror of the Greykin
Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon.
Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people.
At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.
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