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... ink poured into clear water.
One blink it was afternoon.Another blink — shadows stretched a little too far.The air cooled without wind.The city lights flickered on in a rhythm too synchronized to be human.
Not evening.
A transition.
The world flipping a page.
The girl walked beside me now instead of behind, her steps steadier — but only because she matched the rhythm of mine.
She had no rhythm of her own yet.Not one the story ackno ...
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