A tiny speck of ash drifted on the night wind and landed on Camelia's exposed neck. Her skin stung as if scorched, though the sensation vanished almost instantly.
Camelia looked at the faint trace of dust still lingering in the air before her, raising a hand to touch the spot that had just stung.
Soul-burning magic. She only wondered whose soul had fueled it—his own, or someone else's?
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