Chapter 35
Author: John T White
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Kaelen’s brow tightened, the lightness from earlier was gone like the wind through cracked stone. “What do you mean,” he said slowly, “the fates of the flame-born now rest in my hands?”

He tilted his head, almost scoffing. “And… flame-borns? What even are those? Sounds like a band name. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the Flame-Borns!’” He smirked, then shook it off. “No, seriously, I don’t get it.”

Sahrak didn’t smile.

Instead, he closed his eyes for a brief second, as if steadying a storm behind his ribs. “I appreciate the fact that you still retained your carefree personality even after losing half the memories that made you an adult…” He looked to the side, towards one of the scorched wooden dummies, then back. “Honestly, that lightness—it might save you in more ways than one. But don’t confuse it for freedom.”

His gaze turned sharp.

“Because what you carry now isn’t just your fire. It's a legacy. And danger. And a whole world of beings who’ve never known anything but fire i
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