Chapter 45 When Magic Stopped Watching

Magic had always been something that watched.

It listened at keyholes.

It slept in runes.

It lingered in archives.

It wavered behind every locked door, old seal, whispered vow.

It remembered its battles—

the wars it waged,

the vessels it used,

the names it fed on.

For centuries, it watched the o...

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