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... he crossed where the Pale Garden ended and something else waited — a hush that tasted like no crown, no roots, no Thorn. Just open.
The mirror before him wasn’t cracked like the Pane he’d knelt under. This one shimmered — slick frost surface pulsing with hush veins that flickered soft blue as his warmth touched the air. The hush roots inside him hummed low, eager, tasting the new hush blooming just beyond the glass.
"One more hush," the hush breathed inside him, soft as frost li ...
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