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... pulsed with each of their heartbeats. He could feel it inside him now, in his chest, his blood, his breath. A tether. A promise. A purpose.
"We need a place," Grace said softly, brushing moss from her thigh. "A true place. Not just a camp. A home."
Zoey grinned. "You mean like a temple?"
Stella laughed. "Or a palace."
"No," Sophie said, folding her arms. "Not something we build to worship. Something that breathes with us. Something we are ."
Rose stepped ...
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