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... does.
Being sharp, immediate, obvious.
But in a quieter, more terrifying way.
Like something inside me was being pried at with patience.
The elders had brought me back to the standing stones, the same circle where the wind never stopped singing.
My feet were bare against the cool ground, my palms slick with sweat, my back aching under the weight of my belly.
"Breathe," the eldest murmured again. "Into the spine."
I did.
I always di ...
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