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... still pale and cold, my senses razor-sharp, my magic steady as stone. But my thoughts had become… unhinged.
Untrustworthy.
Since the dream.
It hadn't felt like a dream, not in the ordinary way. Dreams were fleeting, stitched from chaos and mist. This had felt real. Too real. The weight of Elyzara's hand, the warmth of her voice as she whispered something ridiculous like "baby girl" into my very soul. Her lips soft, lingering, inevitable.
I'd woken up breathless. ...
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