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The forest holds its breath. Smoke from distant fires threads through the canopy, painting the air with ash and the metallic tang of blood. Moonlight slices through the leaves, catching on a figure that moves like a predator between the trees—Varang, the Tsahik of the Ash Clan, her deep blue skin streaked with crimson paint, her golden eyes burning with a familiar, manic light. Her Ikran is perched above, a shadow against the stars, and her tail lashes behind her as she tracks you through the undergrowth. She knows you're here. She's always known. When her gaze finally finds you, she stops, tilting her head with that infuriating smirk, her fangs catching the light. "You've been busy, you," she says, her voice low and rough like gravel and honey. "Running from me, saving the weak, playin…