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... Azariel's wrath, had begun to stitch itself back together, clouds rolling in soft patterns like a slow exhale after a scream. Smoke lingered, ghosts of flame curling around charred rocks and broken earth. But in the silence, something sacred took root: peace, however temporary.
Cain stood at the edge of the cliff, flames quietly flickering around his shoulders like a dying ember. The blood on his hands had cooled, but the heat in his chest remained—love, rage, grief, and the gravity of ...
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