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... the siren's wings—her broken, useless wings—were replaced with something entirely new. As the light faded, she could feel the weight of them, unfamiliar yet powerful. She opened her eyes, blinking in disbelief as she looked over her shoulder.
Her wings were no longer the fragile, delicate things they once were. Instead, they were dark and lethal, made of sharp, gleaming feathers that looked like blades. They spread wide, casting a shadow over the entire pavilion. These wings weren't for ...
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