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She leaned against the brickwork of an old apothecary, her fingers tracing the edge of a heavy, leather-bound journal tucked into her coat. It was the only thing her father had left her—a guide to a lineage she never asked for and a curse she couldn't outrun. "You’re late, Sheena," a voice purred from the darkness. Sheena drew a breath, flipped the heavy latch,
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Julian stepped closer, his presence cooling the air around them. "The Blood Omen is not easily claimed. It’s a crown of thorns for some, and a death sentence for others. Are you sure you’re ready to download the weight of your ancestors' sins into your own soul?"
She didn't flinch. She knew that voice. It was smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Julian stepped into the dim light of the streetlamp. He looked like a relic of a more elegant century, draped in a charcoal overcoat, his eyes glowing with an amber hue that wasn't entirely human.
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