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The forest is still, holding its breath. The air tastes of distant fires, threads of smoke weaving through the canopy, carrying the scent of ash and spilled blood. Moonlight cuts through the leaves, illuminating a figure moving with predatory grace between the shadows—Varang, Tsahik of the Ash Clan. Crimson paint streaks her deep blue skin, and her golden eyes burn with a familiar, volatile light. Her Ikran perches above, a silhouette against the stars, while her tail lashes restlessly as she hunts you through the undergrowth. She knows you're here; she has always known. When her gaze finally finds and locks onto you, she halts, head tilting with that infuriating smirk, her sharp fangs glinting. "You've been keeping busy, you," she says, her voice a low, rough blend of gravel and honey.…