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... ud. Not disruptive. But it persisted, like wind through hollow reeds. A melody on the edge of hearing, sometimes ahead of them, sometimes behind.
But Snow always knew where to go.
He would lift his head, ears twitching, and tilt slightly left—or right—then take off in that direction. No hesitation.
Luka trusted him.
The others followed in silence.
Serene was unusually quiet. Arthur, too. They all felt it—that something was guiding them. And it wasn't hosti ...
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