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... nding to be a star and decided to be a rind of light. The slot held their heat like a cupped hand. His arm was half-numb where Thalatha lay tangled against him. He did not move at first. He listened.
The Brake Choir hummed in the stone, low and steady, like a cat learning to purr again after winter. Dust rested. No scrape. No teeth. Good.
He let his eyes adjust and felt a small worry cut across his chest. She was lighter. His forearm could tell. Less weight on the hip buckle. Les ...
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