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... to soften his step, no frost crown to braid his breath calm. Just the raw thrum of the Thorn behind his ribs, each pulse scraping bone like a blade drawn across old roots.
The passage behind the broken throne pulsed faint with veins of dull red light — warmth that flickered only when his blood dripped from the fresh cut under his ribs. Every footstep left a ghost smear on the black stone floor, proof that hush roots could bury secrets but the Pane would drink them wide again.
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