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... ght settled slowly over the village, draping rooftops and treetops alike in a hush of molten gold — soft as memory, and just as heavy. There was no wind. No sound beyond the quiet shuffle of guards trading posts, the creak of wood, the soft murmur of a flame-lit world learning to breathe without fear.
Inside the longhouse, the air was still. Not tense — not yet — but heavy with questions left unsaid.
Angela set down the last tray of bread near the central table. For a moment, her ...
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