Anne and the Hidden world
I repeated, confusion knitting my brow.
“In this world, arcanios are those born with special powers,” he explained, his eyes sharp, studying my reaction.
A wave of fear and excitement surged through me, clashing within like a storm threatening to consume me. My breath quickened, and my hands clenched involuntarily at my sides as I locked my gaze onto him. I searched his face for any sign of deception, any crack in the facade that might give away a lie. His expression remained composed, but the intensity in his eyes hinted at the weight of something monumental, something I wasn’t sure I was ready to face.
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