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... in the silence of it, an echo that was more than sight and sound. It was feeling, vibration, intention. He watched the boy and the girl, still so young, and yet so changed, walk side by side out of the temple.
The sword rested in the boy’s hands, wrapped in cloth, and the crown shimmered faintly atop the girl’s head, like a thing half-real, dreamt more than forged.
The forest parted for them, not with reverence, but with a kind of watchful tension, as though the world held its b ...
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