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... oss the horizon like liquid memory, painting the broken world in shades of gold and ember. The Cradle had become a vast plain—neither earth nor sky, but something between, a place where the dream of life began rewriting itself.
Zara stood barefoot on the glowing soil, her reflection shimmering across every ripple of light beneath her. Beside her, Damien gazed upward as if seeing the heavens for the first time. The stars were returning—not cold and distant, but alive, whispering faintly t ...
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