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... mselves into drifting paths that rose and fell like living conduits. The air tightened around the group—heavy, charged, whispering with thousands of distant voices that never resolved into words.
Marra clicked her tongue. “Feels like we’re walking into a throat.”
Tovin whimpered. “Why would you say that aloud?”
But Erian said nothing. The pull of the Loomchild grew stronger, like a beacon flickering behind layers of fog. Every step brought a low vibration through the grou ...
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