I lifted my hand toward the black smoke. People hissed, but when my fingers passed through, there was only uncomfortable warmth. The sylph hummed, calmer.
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The sylph twitched – acknowledgement – and a tendril of shadow blossomed like a black rose, then fell to my feet.
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