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... mbers carried by the wind. His body moved before his mind could calculate—an instinct, primal and inescapable.
It was not strength guiding his blade, not skill, not discipline, but something deeper. A tether. A thread.
Amber.
He could feel her. Not see, not hear—feel. The way one feels the ache of a missing limb or the pull of the tide beneath still water.
Somewhere inside, carved into marrow and fire, her presence burned. It tugged him through the dark, telling h ...
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