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... up, turned it in her hand. "Fresh." "They didn’t leave," Jude said. "They were taken." The air shimmered faintly, like heat rising off stone. It wasn’t magic in the traditional sense, it was memory. Strong, layered, recent. The Tear pulsed harder, reacting to the weight of what lingered.
They moved deeper into the city. Churches stood empty. Schools locked mid-lesson. In one house, a meal still steamed on the table, untouched. "This isn’t natural," one of the scouts whispered. Jude didn’ ...
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