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... ouldn’t come.
The wind brushed past the railing of the flying vessel, cool and steady, carrying the scent of open skies and distant sea. For a moment, she remained still, fingers resting lightly on her cane, Pipin hovering close as if sensing the hesitation before it fully formed.
"...I skipped some parts," she said at last.
Her voice was calm. Controlled. But there was effort in it, like water flowing around a stone rather than over it.
Trafalgar didn’t react. Di ...
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