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... that rustled leaves or whispered through crumbling towers—but the deeper, causal wind, the one that carried momentum from past to future. It stopped. And in its stillness, something... arrived.
Darius stood at the summit of a ridge overlooking a memory that had never happened.
Below him lay a village. One that had burned a decade ago. Or would burn a decade from now. Or perhaps never existed at all. It shimmered like a thought caught mid-formation—real enou ...
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