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... n them, tasting the quiet like a pause in a duel.
Then his head tilted slightly, almost curious.
"No evidence," he repeated. The corners of his mouth twitched. "Or is it really no evidence?"
He lifted one finger. Just one.
A spark coiled into being at its tip—small, deliberate. Not bright enough to blind, not hot enough to burn, but black as ink spilled into light. The corridor’s glow bent around it, shadows deepening where they shouldn’t have, like the world itse ...
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