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... shadow. The world seemed uncertain whether to keep them, as if reality itself hesitated to finish drawing their outlines.
When they finally slowed, the woman laughed once—short, brittle.
"It didn't chase us."
The man scanned the horizon. No horn. No synchronized dead. Only scattered silhouettes twitching at long distances, unsure which way to fall. "Because chasing creates patterns," he said. "And we break them."
They reached a basin where the land folded inward l ...
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