Chapter Twenty Nine
The front garden, newly conjured with Sabrina’s magic and shaped with Dmitri’s careful eye for utility, had already begun to flourish. A neat, curved path of mossy flagstones wound between wildflowers and herbs, ending at a sheltered space where freshly hewn lumber waited for Dmitri’s hands. In the early morning light, a soft breeze stirred petals and dew, and above it all, stood a figure both luminous and commanding. Seraphina. She stood tall—taller even than Dmitri—with her long limbs cloaked in flowing robes of starlit silver and violet. Her wings, vast and iridescent, shimmered with hues that shifted like oil over water, catching the morning sun and scattering it into fragments of impossible color. The air around her hummed faintly, as though the world itself knew it was in the prese
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