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... ing—a pressure behind the ribs, a scraping at the back of the eyes. The silence had weight now, clinging to skin like damp smoke, growing thicker with every step Leon took toward the light.
The ruins around him pulsed faintly, not with magic, but memory. Windows framed scenes from lives long gone: kings dissolving into ash, lovers weeping into the void, cities crumbling without sound. No screams. No music. Just grief played on loop.
Mira walked beside him, blade ready, jaw tight. ...
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