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... here stone turned the outside world into a quieter one. The air smelled of warm dust, boiled water, and the shallow sweetness of cooked grain. Deeper in, the mountain’s breath was old and clean. He listened a heartbeat longer to the night beyond —the scrape of shields being stacked, the low murmur of count and recount, Alka’s one last circle over the ridge— and brought his attention back to the woman in front of him.
"We’ll talk tomorrow," he said, gentle but final. "You need rest. I nee ...
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