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... ice at first—her focus was locked entirely on the orb in her hands, fingers tracing the runes with practiced, mechanical rhythm. Her mind wandered freely, no longer guiding her hands consciously. Minutes dissolved quietly into hours, marked only by the orb's slow cycles of gentle light.
Her fingertips began to ache subtly, and soon that ache grew into a sharp cramp that forced her back to reality. Amberine paused, frowning down at her hand as she flexed it slowly, feeling the pins-and-ne ...
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