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... eakly in the dying man’s hand let out a final, reluctant glow—
—and then faded.
A soft wisp of smoke curled into the air as the flame died completely, leaving the space bathed in suffocating darkness once more. It was a quiet, almost poetic end. The sign of his passing.
And with that, I was blind again.
I exhaled slowly through my nose, unfazed. My right hand rose, and I instinctively cupped it, pulling mana from within me and compressing it into my palm.
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