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... treehouse began to stretch and curl like cats waking from slumber. Conversation dwindled into quiet murmurs. Someone yawned - Susan, maybe - and Lucy curled into Emma’s lap like a child needing comfort. The mood turned slow and heavy, the kind of quiet that doesn’t lead to rest but to unease.
Rose began to hum.
It was soft, almost imperceptible at first, a thread of sound that wound between the spaces in their minds. Jude’s breath caught. He looked across the room at Sophie, whos ...
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