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Lyra danced through the shadows, her knives singing, her movements a blur of strategy and fury.
Jeremiah dropped three before they reached the clearing, each bolt sinking deep into corrupted flesh.
But more came.
Dozens.
Then dozens more.
From the Circle’s centre, Ari stirred.
Her eyes snapped open.
The stones around her blazed.
Ari stood.
The pendant burned in her palm, brighter than fire.
And suddenly she knew.
This wasn’t just power. It was memory.
She saw every Hale before her Mira, Elias, Corin, Maeve. Each had stood where she stood. Each had faced the choice:
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