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... ed into the cradle’s still surface. It no longer showed his reflection — only a dark tunnel beneath the liquid silver, flickering with shadows that shifted like slow smoke.
Lyria’s hand was warm on his shoulder. Veluria stood at his side, her eyes half-lidded, that dangerous smile curved across her dark lips.
"You did well, mirror walker," Veluria murmured, her voice velvet-smooth. "Most who taste the cradle’s silver drown in its hunger before they even breathe its secrets."
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