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... athe. The world narrowed to the figure before me, standing with the eerie stillness of something that no longer belonged to this world but refused to leave it.
Cairon shifted beside me, his grip on his blade tightening, but he didn’t strike. He was watching. Waiting.
For what?
For me to react.
The man tilted his head, his gaze locking onto me as if peeling back my very existence layer by layer. "You finally hear it, don’t you?" His voice was smooth, deceptively ca ...
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