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... a hair’s breadth—
as if smiling.
The fissure widened—
only slightly,
but enough that the air screamed.
Not aloud.
Not in sound.
But in pressure—a ringing vibration felt in bone, like a bowstring pulled too far.
Ashwing scrambled behind Lindarion’s shoulder. "No. Nope. I don’t like that. I don’t like ANYTHING that smiles without a mouth."
Nysha didn’t answer.
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