The blinding sphere of metaphysical light collapsed back into the clearing, leaving the air heavy with the scent of ozone, burnt moss, and fresh blood. Mira fell to her knees on the frost-crusted earth, her head spinning wildly, her vision swimming with double images of ancient marble temples and cold, moonlit forests. Beside her, Prince Caelan stood frozen, his hand still clamped securely around her wrist, his chest heaving with…
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