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... atch beneath the shuffle of boots and murmur of magic-stitched wind.
Elara’s breath snagged.
Then—
"Not in the way people usually mean it," he continued. "She was... cold. Sharp. But not cruel. Like someone who had learned how to survive by making silence into armor."
Silence into armor...
The words sliced.
Not because they were wrong.
But because they were exact.
A phantom ripple broke through her. Not seen. Not heard. But felt—in ...
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