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... nd—the crack of a twig, the shift of leaves, even the hum of beetles deep in the bark—carried weight. It was as though the newborn had rewritten the silence, turning it into a hunting ground.
Buzz crouched low, his claws sunk into damp soil. The gold streaks under his shell pulsed faintly, each beat like a brand reminding him of what lingered in his veins. He hated the rhythm—it wasn’t his, and it never let him forget that.
Zza crawled beside him, silk stretched thin across her c ...
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