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Elira stared at the ring.
Not at Mara. Not at the velvet box. Not at the flickering hearthlight that cast Mara's hopeful expression in soft golds and oranges.
Just. The. Ring.
Time stretched like thick syrup. The silence expanded, a dense fog of uncertainty that settled into Mara's lungs and refused to leave. She'd fought necromancers with steadier breathing. She'd faced down an enraged wyvern with more confidence.
But this? This was Elira.
And Elira, ...
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