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... , his movements unhurried, almost deliberate. Not a flicker of tension touched his face; it was as though he had expected the knock all along.
Where another might have stiffened or braced, he simply shifted, the loose fall of his hair catching the light as his gaze swept toward the sound.
There was no panic, no irritation—just that steady composure that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking, yet impossible to look away.
But no.
Not Zyran.
The bro ...
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