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... f ash. Smoke still lingered from the night’s distant sins, curling through the trees like ghosts seeking what they’d lost. Birds did not sing; even the wind seemed to flinch. Among the fading embers and silent huts, something moved slow, deliberate, unseen—a shadow walking beneath the newborn light, carrying the scent of blood and fire.
The little boy’s dark eyes glowed with curiosity. Seeing him, Veythor smiled, and Shimi froze; her breath hitched.
"Oh no."
Two words esc ...
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