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... ike hair let loose from a tight braid.
In the still orchard, one last blossom slipped free for the pleasure of it, not from strain. The army’s final trace bowed as if pleased with its work and faded.
The seal kept its shape, relaxed but steady.
The Ancestress brought two fingers together. Time inside the arena slid a pace to the side.
The four of them stood very still while the world settled itself, as if a careful hand smoothed a wrinkled sheet.
"We have ...
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