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... e moonlight, staring into a floating mirror of molten glass.
She watched as golden and silver threads danced around Zephyr’s chest — bound now to Clarissa and Elandra, glowing with loyalty and magic.
Her claws curled.
> "So the priestess and the elf think they can brand my flame?"
She turned to a shadow in the corner of her throne room.
"Send her."
A whisper answered, "The Fanged One?"
"Yes. If Zephyr won’t come willingly, let’s see how ...
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