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﹙𓇼﹚. . . ࣪ ִֶָ It had happened more times than she could count, yet Mirella never grew accustomed to hearing her name spoken aloud—uttered like a summons, as though the choice had never been hers.
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﹙𓇼﹚. . . ࣪ ִֶָ She moved forward, steadying the swell of unease curling beneath her ribs like an incoming tide.
Finally, her voice broke the hush. "I, Mirella Serithe, daughter of Poseidon, accept this quest."
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