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... when language coils against the back of the tongue, and silence becomes a blade—neither cruel nor kind, only waiting.
She had not died.
She had been unwritten.
And now, in the trembling core of the Echo-Silts, wrapped in silk like shadow and blade, she was coming into form again—not as the assassin they remembered, not even as the shadow-worshipper she had once believed herself to be, but as a wound in narrative itself. A cocoon forged of cut sentences, bound silence, and ...
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