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... eatening to engulf him in its unyielding tide. His lungs scorched as if with every breath he struggled against some unseen opponent, every outbreath empty with sorrow and yearning. And then—softness. Comfort that pierced the tempest. Fingers, light and firm, traced across his palm, a soft anchor against the turmoil that sought to drag him down.
Leon turned, moved by habit more than cognition. By his side, a hooded figure leaned in, the gentle smell of tranquility washing over him. Nova. ...
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