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Not defeated.
Not erased.
It simply forgot what it was supposed to be.
They noticed it when no one flinched.
A shadow moved between the broken hulls at dawn. Once, that shape would have tightened muscles, sharpened breath, summoned weapons before thought. Fear had been a signal—immediate, loud, useful.
Now, it hesitated.
The woman paused, listening. The man tilted his head, not reaching for his blade yet. Others nearby looked up, alert but unc ...
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