“I’m not different,” Adin replied, touching her bark-armored chest. “I’m finally everything I was supposed to be. Fire for the fight. Ice for the fall. And green for the after .”
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“No more running,” she whispered, and her voice came out in two tones: her own, and the rustle of autumn leaves. “I’m not different