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... t — too quiet. The kind of silence that made even the walls feel heavy. Moonlight spilled faintly through the carved opening above, brushing over the still form of his sister. The air was cold, thick with the scent of herbs and something older... something that lingered like grief itself.
Kian stood at the edge of her stone bed, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, his blue eyes fixed on her motionless face. The only sound was his breathing — slow, steady, forced. It was the rhythm of ...
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