Shadowbound Flame
Sierra’s POV
Immediately following their escape from class
The air in the abandoned corridor was thick with dust and ghosts. Sunlight seeped weakly through high, cracked windows, cutting the gloom into thin, jagged lines across the stone floor. Sierra leaned against the wall, pulse still fluttering from too much—too much adrenaline, too much attention, too much Malick. Every breath seemed to echo in the hollow corridor, mingling with the faint scent of old ink, broken spells, and the sharp tang of shadow magic.
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