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... ng presence, the space seemed less a cathedral and more a hushed crypt of departed glory. But Fenna did not feel fear. The warmth in her wrist, the tiny phoenix mark pulsed gently, assuring her she was not alone.
She gave the lava lake a final nod of farewell. Its surface rippled as if acknowledging her. The path ahead, once menacing with swirling heat drafts, now unfurled like a silent promise.
Fenna began her ascent, one hand steadying the sling at her side. Ash crunched beneat ...
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