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... en walk behind the choir halls. The marble was warmer there. The wind made the bells hum if you stood very still. I used to."
Sylvara tilted her head, her crimson leaves rustling. "Stand still?"
"Listen," he said, drawing a curve where a bell hung. "The bells were too clean inside. Out here, everything rings… with edges. There, it was… hollow and perfect. Lonely, but not cruel."
"You miss it," she said, not a question, her amber eyes steady.
"Some parts," he admit ...
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