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... because the air itself had become too heavy to carry sound.
Valerica Sol stood at the edge of their table.
She didn’t look like a student enjoying a day off. She looked like a queen in exile. Her amethyst hair was pulled back in a severe, high ponytail that swung like a pendulum when she moved. Her dark eyes scanned the commercial district with a mixture of confusion and disdain.
She wasn’t leaking gravity, she was too good for that, but she contained it so poorly that th ...
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