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Thornhill Academy
Crown of Shadows
Rhaziel
She looks so small in my arms, so fragile for a creature who has sundved a world that wundit taw donned twice. The categ
trembles across her face, gold and blue and weary.
“You fear losing control,” I whisper against her hair, and she mods, a sound like a sigh cagir termes
“Then,” I murmur, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes, perhaps it is time you learn that comme the
Her gaze lifts to mine, bright and uncertain. “How?”
I reach for her hand, tracing the line of her wrist with a claw careful enough not as meat sim Feet from me what you need. Let me show you that your power is not a curse.”
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