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The iron spoon snapped in two, the pieces skittering across the stone floor like shed teeth. Elias stared at the two halves in his palm. The metal was warm, not from the fire, but from the blood that seeped out of the fracture line. It was not blood, not truly, but the sap of the world, thick and dark as tar. He looked up. The room was small, a circular chamber carved from the living rock of...
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