The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen
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The Crown screamed.
Its helix burned white-hot, the scar splitting my palm as raw power erupted-not lightning, but something older, rawer. The roots recoiled, the grove shrieking as the storm devoured it. The Rootmother howled, her thorns blackening, but I didn't stop.
I couldn't.
Jason fell, the roots crumbling to ash. I caught him, his weight familiar, his breath ragged at my throat. "Kelly..."
The Crown's scar was spreading, tendrils of light snaking up my arm. The Rootmother's laughter echoed, even as her form disintegrated. *"You think this a victory? You have only fed the *hunger*."*
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