d dared not rustle the trees near the Ash Grove. Her footsteps crunched softly against

es thinned, giving way to a clearing veiled in mist. In the center, a circle of blackened ston

glowed like embers. As she stepped into the circle, a su

s struc

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utching her chest

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twig snapped

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said, low and unfamiliar. "But I suppose fate a

demanded, fire swi

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hey said. "And you, Amelia, are walking

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power and those who want you dead before you repeat the pa