Chapter 3
A Familiar Unraveling
Elara observes the sorcerer's work from her hidden refuge. The patterns, the raw power, the targeted destruction—it all feels disturbingly familiar. A chilling realization dawns: this sorcerer's path mirrors her own past pain.
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The wind, a mournful dirge through the skeletal fingers of the forest, carried the scent of ozone and something acrid, something that made Elara’s teeth ache. From the deep shadows of her moss-choked cottage, she watched the distant glow that pulsed against
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