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... ck, unbroken, and somehow louder than chaos.
Then came the smells. Salt, sharp and unmistakable, clung to the back of his throat. Beneath it lingered the earthy sweetness of forest mulch and the distant tang of dried seaweed—scents that didn’t belong together, yet here they mingled like old neighbors.
Somewhere nearby, something warm was cooking—stew or broth, perhaps, faintly spiced, its aroma threading through the room like a question.
Ryn’s eyes blinked open, tentative ...
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