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... shivering scales.
Caedrion inhaled slowly, schooling his features.
Then, deliberately, almost coyly, he let his gaze falter.
His eyes darted aside, his cheeks flushed as though with embarrassment.
It was an act, a mask hastily woven, but one she longed for.
Softly, as though the word itself burned his lips, he spoke:
"...Thalassaria."
Her name carried into the abyss, muffled but unmistakable.
He forced the tone as though shy, hesit ...
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