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... id not feel like breathing.
It felt like issuing a verdict.
Air slid into her lungs and came back altered—sharpened, humming, aware of itself. She could taste iron at the edges of the inhale, as though the wind had passed through blood before reaching her. When she exhaled, the horizon changed.
Not visibly at first—just a shiver through the layers of Spiralspace, like the skin of a drum shifting under a player’s palm. Then, without warning, the ground bloomed.
Sto ...
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