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... —but the heavy, dragging ache that settled in every limb, every breath. Like my body was made of stone, and the air itself too thick to swallow. My fingers twitched, brushing against damp moss and cool earth. When I opened my eyes, the world was hazy, sunlight fractured through a curtain of green leaves.
I was alive.
Barely.
A groan escaped my throat, low and broken, as I turned my head and tried to remember. The flight. The storm of memories. The fire in my wings. The fa ...
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