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... softer, tender, like a sigh woven from petals and moss.
Sylvara stood over Azareel, who lay sprawled face-down in a patch of moss, the pulped remains of the glowing berry smeared across his torn robe, now dotted with orange stains and juice-slick bark curls.
The air hummed with the garden’s quiet pulse, its vines and trees still, as if savoring the echo of her rare chuckle.
Her eyes, deep and pupil-less, shimmered with a gentleness that outshone their usual hunger, her fl ...
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