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... clan’s village.
The air thickened with every step, a miasma of sorrow pressing against his skin, crawling into the cracks of his mind.
Not even the warmth of his own magic could drive it back for long.
It wasn’t like Lyra’s faint, passive despair.
This was a flood.
A relentless tide of agony pressing in from every direction.
The collective despair of an entire people.
The closer they got to the heart of the village, the harder it became to ...
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