Thalia's Ashen Fate
The grit of the training yard clung to my skin, a second layer of sweat-soaked dust. Opposite me, Cassius sat with the quiet stillness of a coiled predator, his breathing even despite our spar. Between us, resting in my palm, the small, cool sphere began to pulse, casting a soft, ethereal glow on our weary faces. From that light, Amelia’s shimmering form bloomed into existence—a miniature, hauntingly detailed projection suspended in the air.
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