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... was alive again.
Not loud, not bustling — but breathing.
The air carried that strange hum, the same one that had first made Isabella’s skin crawl when she arrived here. A soundless vibration that threaded through the mist and earth like a heartbeat. Every stone seemed to remember her footsteps.
She moved slowly, following a faint path that glimmered with silver light under the morning haze. Glimora peeked from her hood, the tiny creature’s fur bristling at every whisper ...
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