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... t as panic. Just a familiar tightening that expected obedience—and found none.
They noticed it when a shadow moved wrong along the wrecked hulls. A shape stumbled free, too fast, too close. In the old world, fear would have surged first, sharp and directive.
Run. Hide. Prepare to die.
Instead, the woman tilted her head slightly, curious.
The man stood without haste, blade loose in his hand—not raised, not ready. Present.
“That should scare me,” he said. ...
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