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Roast Witch or Smoked Wolf?

Echo’s flames erupt like a second sunrise, roaring to life across her hands, her arms, her whole body haloed in fire. Hunters recoil, shielding their faces. Wolves skid back, yelping, their fur singed before they can even leap. And then she moves. Her palms slam down onto the floorboards, and the ea...