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Chapter Seventeen: The Blood Echo
The dreams returned with teeth.
This time, Mara didn't wake with just the memory of whispers-she woke with blood on her palms. Not her own. Not Kaelen's. But old, blackened blood that smelled of iron and ash. The mark on her hand throbbed like a wound, and beneath it, she felt the pull again.
The gate was no lon