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The night did not end.
Even after the beast fell…
even after the soldiers slowly returned to their duties—
Sleep never came.
Not to the camp.
Not to her.
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The fire had long died out.
The sky had shifted from deep black to a muted grey, the first signs of dawn creeping in.
But Rosy—
no,
Isle—
hadn't moved.
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She stood at the edge of the forest, exactly where the beast had fallen.
Its body was gone.
Not dragged.
Not cleaned.
Not even a trace of blood remained.
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"…It disappeared," she murmured.
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"Of course it did."
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That voice again.
Always there.
Always watching.
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She didn't turn.
"You knew."
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A pause.
Then—
"I suspected."
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Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"That wasn't a normal creature."
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"No," he agreed.
"It wasn't."
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Silence stretched between them.
But this time—
It wasn't tension.
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It was realization.
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"…You said this world is a prison," she said slowly.
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"Yes."
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"And I was sealed."
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"Yes."
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She finally turned.
Her expression calm.
Too calm.
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"Then explain something."
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He met her gaze.
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"Why is everything trying to kill me?"
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A small smile formed on his lips.
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"Because you're waking up."
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The answer came too easily.
Too smoothly.
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Rosy frowned.
"That doesn't make sense."
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"It does," he replied, stepping closer. "You just don't have enough pieces yet."
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Her patience thinned.
"Then give me one."
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For a moment—
He was silent.
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Then—
"…Names hold power."
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She blinked.
"…What?"
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"Your name," he continued, his voice quieter now. "Not the one they call you."
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A step closer.
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"The one you've forgotten."
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Her breath slowed.
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"…Isle Blackwell is my name."
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He shook his head.
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"That's the one they gave you."
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A pause.
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"Not the one you were born with."
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Something inside her—
Shifted.
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Not violently.
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But deeply.
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Like a locked door—
Just barely trembling.
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"…That's impossible," she said.
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But her voice lacked certainty.
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He noticed.
Of course he did.
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"Is it?"
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Silence.
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Because the truth was—
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She didn't know.
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Before she could respond—
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"Grand Duke!"
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A soldier rushed toward them, breath uneven, urgency clear.
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Rosy turned immediately.
"What is it?"
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"The northern outpost has sent word," he said quickly. "Another attack—this time on the inner supply line."
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Her expression hardened instantly.
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"How far?"
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"Less than a day's distance."
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A beat.
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Closer.
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Much closer.
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"…They're not testing anymore," she said quietly.
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"No," the man beside her agreed.
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"They're escalating."
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Rosy turned back toward the camp.
Her mind already moving.
Fast.
Precise.
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"Prepare the troops," she ordered.
"Half will remain here. The rest move with me."
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"Yes, Grand Duke!"
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The soldier rushed off.
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Silence returned.
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"…You're walking into it," he said.
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She didn't deny it.
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"I know."
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A pause.
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"They want me to react."
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Another step.
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"Then don't."
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She glanced at him.
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"That's not an option."
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A faint smile.
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"It never is for you."
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The march began within the hour.
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This time—
It was different.
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No uncertainty.
No hesitation.
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The soldiers followed her without question.
Without doubt.
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Because they had seen it.
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What she could do.
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What she was.
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The path to the inner supply line was narrow.
Surrounded by cliffs.
Perfect for an ambush.
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Rosy slowed her horse.
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"They chose this place intentionally," she said.
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"Yes," the man replied casually.
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"They're getting bolder."
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Her eyes scanned the terrain.
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"…No."
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A pause.
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"They're getting desperate."
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The moment the words left her mouth—
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The ground beneath them shifted.
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Not violently.
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But unnaturally.
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Like something beneath it—
Was moving.
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"STOP!"
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Her voice cut through instantly.
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The entire formation halted.
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Too late.
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The earth cracked open.
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A deep, splitting sound tore through the air as the ground beneath the front line collapsed.
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Horses screamed.
Soldiers fell.
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"BACK—!"
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But there was no space.
No time.
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The trap had already been set.
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And they had walked straight into it.
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From the cliffs above—
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Figures appeared.
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Dozens.
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Cloaked.
Armed.
Silent.
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Watching.
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"…Finally," one of them said.
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Rosy's eyes narrowed.
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"Not hiding anymore."
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The leader stepped forward.
Face still hidden.
But presence—
Heavy.
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"We were wondering when you'd arrive, Grand Duke."
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Her grip tightened on the reins.
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"…You've been expecting me."
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A soft chuckle.
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"Of course."
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A pause.
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"You're the only one who matters."
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The words echoed strangely.
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Too intentional.
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Too specific.
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"…You talk like you know me," she said.
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A beat.
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Then—
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"We do."
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Something in her chest tightened.
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Not fear.
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Recognition.
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Faint.
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Unclear.
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But there.
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The man beside her stepped slightly forward.
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"…Careful," he murmured.
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Rosy didn't respond.
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Her eyes were locked on the enemy.
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"…What do you want?" she asked.
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The leader tilted his head slightly.
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"Not what."
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A pause.
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"Who."
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Silence.
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Then—
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"You."
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The air grew heavy again.
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The same feeling.
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The same pressure.
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"…Everyone wants me," Rosy said calmly.
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Her voice steady.
Unshaken.
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"But no one says why."
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The leader smiled faintly beneath the mask.
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"That's because you're not supposed to know."
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Her eyes darkened.
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"…Then I'll find out."
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A beat.
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Then—
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"Kill her."
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The command dropped—
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And chaos followed.
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Arrows rained down.
Blades flashed.
The battlefield erupted again.
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But this time—
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It wasn't a test.
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It was a hunt.
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Rosy moved instantly.
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Not reacting.
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Leading.
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Her sword cut through the first attacker cleanly—
Her movements faster than before.
Sharper.
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More certain.
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Because something had changed.
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She wasn't questioning anymore.
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She wasn't hesitating.
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She was—
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Becoming.
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"Stay behind me!" a knight shouted.
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But she was already ahead.
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Far ahead.
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The enemy moved differently.
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Not reckless.
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Coordinated.
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Every strike—
Calculated.
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"They're trained for you," she realized.
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A pause.
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"…Specifically."
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The man beside her smiled faintly.
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"Of course they are."
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Rosy's eyes gleamed.
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"…Then let's not disappoint them."
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Her power surged again.
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Stronger this time.
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Less restrained.
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More… familiar.
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And as the battle intensified—
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Deep within her—
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Something began to break.
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Not violently.
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Not suddenly.
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But inevitably.
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A seal.
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And when it did—
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Everything would change.
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End of Chapter 10