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... suffocating, the kind of stillness that made your ears feel weird. It was like the garden itself had stopped breathing, the frost-bitten air turning into a solid wall between them.
He knows. Or, no, he thinks he knows. For a split second, Cherion felt his pulse hammering against his ribs, fast and loud enough it felt like Philia should be able to hear it. But then the "Reader" part of his brain kicked in. That cynical, over-read side of him that had seen every plot twist, every imposter ...
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