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Maeron burst into the chamber like a shadow breaking through light, the deep swirl of his robe trailing behind him as the chaotic energy still lingered in the air like a storm’s aftermath. His sharp eyes scanned the ruined space—runes scorched into silence, ritual markings smeared with streaks of blood and magic. The scent of burning herbs hung thick, mixed with the iron tinge of silver and sweat. At the center of it all, a sight he never anticipated: Solmyra, collapsed against the stone, her body twitching, her youthful face now gone, the skin sunken and brittle, her hands clawing at the floor like a desperate creature.
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