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throat, choking on air. It felt

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sil

amp with sweat. My fingernails had

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e moonlight slipping through the s

int glow was c

ma

ent made of ink and flame. It pulsed once beneath the sil

th it. Not with pain

bered something my

desk, tugging the neckline of my ni

d back at me - pale

af

-

through the pack house li

to me. But

ched for the salt, as if

a kept he

she

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ur place, orphan. Or I'll make you wi

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omewhere deep inside me. The air rippled, charged and

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ith a sickening cr

a strange, unnatural angle. Blood ran fr

scre

l glowing faintly as if the power had a he

meant t

ye

the first time, her face wasn

as f

one-dee

hispered, stepping back

felt it again - that thing inside

ante

, two guards stormed in. Cold iron

nners in here," one sneered

ge. He looked like he wa

es, unmoving

turne

, trembling, and confused - I tried

that power

ruly an

thing..

in the stillness. But

o had stirred beneath the

tsteps. A

a vo

ri

up without my permission?" His voice

ards f

s violent

d, stepping closer, "and it will

ambled t

eyes were different n

okay, A

the truth tremble

hands reaching to

ne, a sudden flare of red

g chain

s, bright and pulsing, like

t stuttering.

uld answer, I pu

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, the drea

ng

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wn still burned. And the voice c

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re

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