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... hutters. For a fragile moment, Ryon remained still, his arm draped over Lyria's waist, her warmth pressed against him like the last tether holding him to peace. Her breath rose and fell steadily, lips parted slightly, lashes brushing against her cheeks. She slept like someone who had stolen safety from a world determined to deny it.
Ryon almost let himself drift with her, to sink into the rhythm of her body against his. Almost.
The system's whisper came first—low, dissonant, a th ...
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