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... still. Vencian stood between fragments of shattered ground that hovered weightless in the void.
His head pulsed from the memory that refused to fade. The same whisper kept circling in his thoughts—the taste of genesis in your veins.
He turned when Quenya’s voice cut through the haze.
"Take your hands off Lucian."
Her tone carried something sharp enough to split the air.
The figure holding him staggered back. The light seeping from its cracks flared once be ...
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