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... kind—it was the simmering, "everyone’s pretending to be normal but clearly isn’t" kind. Clay bowls clinked as Cyrus stacked them neatly, the muscles in his bare forearms flexing with each movement, his quiet, focused precision the picture of domestic calm.
Zyran, on the other hand, had no intention of leaving quietly. Standing at the doorway, one hand holding the edge of the curtain-like cotton that separated the inside from the cool night air, he turned just enough so his voice would c ...
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