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... > Stillness wrapped the shore where Leon kept his seat, back rigid under a sky dusted with silver. Not far off, wind slipped low over the water, nudging thin stems that whispered as they swayed. That soft air brought more than coolness - mossy ground, charred wood, the trace of flames someone else fed past dusk.
This one’s wicked, he noted without surprise, even if a flicker tugged at his lips. Whatever happens, weakness stays hidden. Or she holds every card ahead.
Facing him, Ri ...
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