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... bell that hadn’t finished ringing. Ward posts thrummed. Fog feathered along the gutter. Laundry lines swayed lazy over cracked stone. The whole place felt like it had leaned in.
I let the weight sit. Not aura. Not some spell. Just the presence you carry when you’ve walked through doors that were trying to kill you. Shoulders loose. Chin level. Breath four in, hold two, roll three out. Internal sank to my heels and waited there the way a good dog does—ready, not excited.
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