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... oken and something vast and ancient had settled beneath Aya’s skin, quiet only when she forced it to be. Even in stillness, she could feel it - like a second pulse, slower and deeper than her own heartbeat, patient and waiting.
So she rose.
The corridors of Athax were hushed at this hour, lit only by low-burning sconces and the occasional lantern carried by passing guards. Aya walked without escort tonight, her steps soft against the stone, cloak drawn loosely around her shoulder ...
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