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... idors lit by runes and torches, enchanted vines crawling lazily across the walls, and the familiar scent of parchment, ink, and morning dew that clung to the air. But for Aiden, everything felt a little different. He wasn't the same person who had left them two weeks ago, battered and unconscious on a stretcher.
The wheelchair glided silently above the floor, runes embedded in two smooth karatula stones glowing softly beneath it. Adrian had calibrated them with so much care that the chai ...
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