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The Unchosen Gift
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…The liquid was warm and earthy, tasting of chamomile and something else, something subtly sweet and invigorating. As she drank, she felt a gentle warmth spread through her, chasing away the lingering chill and fatigue. “The magic you possess, Elara,” Valerius began, his gaze steady, “is not a curse. It is ancient. It is powerful. And it is vital.” Elara looked up, her eyes wide with a mixture of hope and trepidation. “Vital? But… they said it was dangerous.