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... bones first — that subtle resistance in the air, like the land itself is pushing back. Pack borders always do that. Even to those born inside them. The magic hums low and territorial, vibrating through the soles of his boots as the vehicle rolls toward the boundary line carved invisibly into the earth.
The driver clears his throat for the third time in five minutes. "This is as far as I go."
No one argues. They all knew this was coming.
The taxi eases to a halt beside a ...
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