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... n’t look up when the footsteps came.
He knew who it was.
Only Gabriel moved like that—like light had learned to walk.
No sound. Just weight. Presence. The air shifted before he even stepped onto the platform.
Eamon wiped the sweat—or whatever it was—from his face. His hands were still stained with memory, fingertips twitching from the last shard.
"You’re early," Eamon muttered, eyes still locked on the forge.
Gabriel said nothing for a while. Just ...
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