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... tone hummed beneath the roots of creation, the River sang its endless lullaby, and the Sky danced in radiant freedom. Yet even in balance, something unseen lingered—something that did not sing, nor move, nor shine.
At dusk, as the suns lowered into crimson horizons, Zara felt it first. A coldness at her back—thin, watching, patient.
Damien noticed it too. “There,” he whispered, pointing toward the edge of the light. The shadows stretched longer than they should have, refusing to ...
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