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... ange—a small flame dancing at his fingertip like a living creature drawn from the depths of hell.
"What are you..." Cecil started, but didn’t finish.
A sudden, sharp burst of pain jolted through his hand. The flame may have been no bigger than a candle’s flicker, but its heat was scorching, unnatural—like the concentrated rage of a wildfire compressed into a single point.
"You...!" Cecil shouted, eyes wide with disbelief as Marcus calmly pressed the flame against the cent ...
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