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... 's.
Erich's.
The kind of breath that sounds like it's being dragged from somewhere it doesn't want to leave. The kind that knows what's about to surface.
He was still standing, but his posture had shifted—subtly, then completely. His shoulders hunched forward like a weight had dropped across them, like his spine had folded to make room for something else. His fingers curled in and uncurled. Not a tremor—an adjustment.
Helene sat across from him, legs crossed, hand ...
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