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... ined cathedral walls, but it wasn’t the same light I’d seen before the collapse.It pulsed—slow, uncertain—like it was relearning how to shine.
I stayed on my knees, hand pressed against the stone I’d just rewritten.It was warm. Alive.And for the first time, I could hear it breathing.
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Arjun’s ember flickered inside my chest.You stabilized the world, he whispered, disbelief soft around the edges.
"For now," I said.My voice echoed oddly, half a beat late, as if the ...
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