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... ring across my boots, and felt the dull, insistent throb behind my ribs. It wasn’t a sharp pain, not yet. It was more like the slow, rhythmic beat of a drum made of glass, a constant reminder of the structural failure sitting right over my heart.
For months, I had lived in a beautiful, dangerous delusion.
I looked down at my hand, palm resting flat against my chest. My fingers curled into the leather of my tunic. How could I have forgotten? How was it even possible to let the mos ...
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