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Kael stood in the ruins of the ancient temple, the blood moon casting his shadow against the cracked stone walls. His body bore scars not from war, but from betrayal. Each mark was a memory of Selara choosing someone else. Of Jules' silence. Of Kieran's manipulation. "Let it all burn," he whispered, as the magic flared beneath his skin. He had ret