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... , like a vortex made of liquid shadows. It did not shine, did not vibrate—only spun slowly as if time itself was weighing whether to grant permission or not.
Fitran stared at the door for a long time.
He did not know how they had ended up here, did not know what had happened before. Yet, within his chest, something was bubbling; he felt a heartbeat that he had never felt before—like every pulse was a call from something greater, more mysterious than just this gate.
It was ...
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