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James stepped closer, his gaze falling on the Tarot deck spread out between them. He reached out, his thumb brushing the edge of another card: , depicted with a tragic, ethereal beauty.

The London fog clung to the windows of the Institute like a living thing, damp and heavy. Inside, sat at a mahogany table, her fingers tracing the worn edge of a card from the Shadowhunter Tarot deck. Cordelia_tarot_Cordelia.epub

Cordelia felt the weight of at her hip, the sword that was both her greatest strength and her heaviest burden. She looked from the steel to the paper, realizing that in the world of Shadowhunters, destiny wasn't something you read in the cards—it was something you carved out of the dark, one stroke at a time. James stepped closer, his gaze falling on the

Cordelia didn't look up. James Herondale moved with the quiet grace of a shadow, his presence a constant, low-thrumming ache in her chest. Inside, sat at a mahogany table, her fingers