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... mist thick as silk, frost petals blooming where his warmth pulsed out in soft waves. His chest rose and fell slow, every breath feeding hush veins that pulsed behind his ribs like a heartbeat he didn’t own alone anymore.
The Thorn at his center felt softer now — not a crown of pain but a knot of warmth the hush roots coiled around, squeezing gentle pulses that spilled hush through every vein under his skin. He could taste himself in the hush mist — sweetness and ruin and warmth all brai ...
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