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... e pressure, books trembled in their bindings, and faint strands of dust curled upward as if gravity itself were reconsidering its job. Cain didn’t waste time trying to locate the creature by sound—the Archive swallowed echoes, bending them, spitting them out from different angles. Instead, he watched the shifting lights, the subtle distortions in the air, the way Sirin’s wings tensed despite being hidden.
The scraping ceased.
Silence. Total.
Sirin whispered, "Left—"
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