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... breath, painting the ground in golden dapples. Birds trilled experimental songs—some new, some forgotten—and in the hush between notes, the orchard held its breath. This day was not for doors. It was for something smaller. Something tender.
Tian Shen stood near the Spiral of Listening, fingertips brushing the moss-covered stones. He wore a robe faded with travel and salt, one sleeve tied with ribbon—a quiet homage to the old traditions of grief and grace. His eyes were heavy with dreams ...
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