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... ot waste steps. Edda leaned a hip on the table, rolling a knife in her fingers without looking at it. Rusk watched the spirit jar as if a mouse might try to lift its own lid. The bronze ring held a slow quiet note. Fizz slept inside like an ember under glass.
Somewhere in the city, a tower took a breath and let a single bell fall into the dawn.
First bell.
Brann’s head tilted. "We move on the second," he said. Calm. Professional.
Edda smirked at John’s quiet eyes. ...
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