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... ng. The light softened. The smell of lavender and ash drifted slowly back into the edges of the room. It could've been mistaken for peace, if not for the weight that settled on all of us.
Erich hadn't moved.
He sat cross-legged near the center of the room, back straight, hands resting lightly on his knees. His breathing was quiet. Focused. Intentional.
The chaos was gone, but it left something behind.
Clara sat on the floor a few paces from him, watching—not study ...
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