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... skies had stopped weeping, but the land hadn’t forgotten. Ash clung to the air like breath held too long. Cracked stones littered the ground, and the scent of burned magic still hung heavy.
Boris stood up slowly, brushing dust off his coat. He looked around, eyes sharp.
"...What was that just now?"
Everyone had felt it — the pressure. That overwhelming force that forced their knees to buckle, their breath to stop.
Fowler let out a low whistle and stretched his bac ...
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