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Brinley’s POV
The rain hadn’t started yet, but the sky was already bruised.
The clouds looked like wolves themselves—snarling, crawling over the sun. There was pressure in the air. The kind that made magic hum.
And Maevryn hadn’t spoken a word all morning.
We were in History of Lineages when Eri...
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