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The first rays of dawn touched the scorched cliffs of the Eastern Ridge, casting golden light over the broken remnants of ancient magic. Where once the Ember Voice had whispered manipulation and Ronan had bound innocent lives to darkness, now there was only silence-and the soft murmur of children sleeping peacefully in the protective circle of Zela
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