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... It waited.
Not like delay. Not like hesitation. This was different—an accumulation without direction, a pressure building without knowing what it was meant to release into. The system hovered at a point it had never needed to define before.
A threshold without a label.
Damon felt it as a subtle tightening behind his eyes, like a question forming but refusing language. The mark in his chest did not respond with heat or weight.
It stayed quiet.
Listening. < ...
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