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... The garden was quiet again.
Not the brittle quiet of tension—but the softened stillness that follows truth, the kind that lingers after a storm has passed and the air hasn’t yet decided what it wants to be.
I watched from a distance.
Not as a ruler. Not as a commander. But as a woman who had just witnessed something sacred.
Haldor stood with Luke—no, his father—voices low, bodies angled toward each other in a way that spoke of years lost and time reclaimed all at ...
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