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Chapter 16 Bloodline of the forgotten
The moment froze in time.
Maxine stood rooted among the charred roots of the once-living forest. Wind whispered through the scorched branches, carrying the scent of ash and something deeper-familiar. The man before her, draped in tattered robes that shimmered faintly with residual magic, had the same piercing eyes she saw in the mirror. Gray with
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