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... wings. Each beat felt cleaner, steadier, as if the Guardian’s gift had rewritten the map of my very bones. Below, endless ridges of forest rolled away into a haze of gray vapor. The breath of the land rose in curls, wrapping trunks and branches in a pale glow. Somewhere beyond that curtain lay the hidden valley the Guardian had hinted at—a place older than any pack, older even than the curse I had come to break.
I kept my eyes on the horizon. A ridge of black stone parted the sky like a ...
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