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Chapter twelve: Trial of ashes and ember
Author: Miss Meadows
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The first light of morning washed over the broken spires of the Silver Marches. From the summit of the ancient Ember Spire, smoke curled upward like ribbons of ghosts, whispering through the cracks of a world that had long forgotten the name Lysara.

Kael knelt in the ruins, his body still trembling from the fire communion. His skin bore faint red sigils — the Rune of Pyra etched into him by the flames themselves. Each pulse of his heart sent a wave of heat through his body. He was alive, bu
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