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... pel flashing in his mind—pulsing fruit, Dreadwraith, Zara’s altar.
"It’s one of the three altars."
Zara’s curse flared, the red glyphs on her thigh glowing like coals, spiraling up her hip beneath torn leathers.
She hissed, stumbling back against a tree, her leg trembling, the heat radiating from her skin palpable.
Leon moved instantly, catching her arm as she sagged, his pack sliding to the ground.
"Easy—just stay still," he said, his voice steady but tig ...
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