The Last Echo
The spell was spoken in silence. Not because the mage feared interruption, but because even sound
could betray the truth. Words had power — in this kingdom, more
than steel — and if even a whisper of what was done here
survived, the entire illusion would collapse. So he mouthed the
syllables with bloodied fingers, tracing sigils in the air with
trembling hands, casting memory itself into ash.
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