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... from the soft crunch of gravel beneath Noel’s boots as he followed his father through the courtyard. The scent of rain hung faintly in the air, though the skies were dry—just the lingering trace of mana left behind after a fight.
Noir’s voice whispered in his mind, quiet but certain.
’Dad... her scent goes this way. It’s fresh.’
Noel gave a small nod without looking down. ’So she didn’t run far.’ His steps carried him toward the eastern garden—the same place where he and ...
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