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... today they felt louder.
Children darted between market stalls, women bartered for cloth and spices, smiths hammered at iron with the same steady rhythm as before. Yet, as we stepped out of the Masters’ keep, the crowd seemed to bend around us, whispers trailing in our wake like shadows.
"There he is..."
"That’s him. The boy with the fire."
"Not a boy—demon."
"No, savior. Didn’t you hear how he dro ...
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