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... sunrise.
Jelo, Atlas, and Mira stood in front of Tongen's house, still half-asleep but already tense. The sky was a bruised, lightless grey, and the cold clung to their skin like something deliberate. No one had slept well. Jelo had stared at the ceiling for most of the night, turning over the moments from yesterday—every stumble, every correction, every quiet second where Tongen had simply watched him and said nothing.
Atlas yawned, jaw cracking loudly.
"Why do I feel l ...
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