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... ourtyard’s playful noise began to fade behind them.
Children still laughed, still called Charlotte’s name, still clung to the gates as they watched the three walk away—but with every step Noel took, the warmth of the orphanage slipped further into memory, replaced by the cold, polished quiet of the Holy Capital.
Charlotte walked beside him, fingers brushing his lightly as if seeking reassurance. Her smile had softened, smaller now—not sad, but aware.
Orthran led them with ...
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