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... when the others did.
The meditation had ended. The sun was climbing. Yet he sat unmoving, eyes shut, breath so deep it was barely noticeable. A faint tremble ran through his fingers, not from cold or strain, but from something stirring beneath the surface.
Lumberling slowed as he passed by, watching quietly.
Then it happened.
A single ripple.
Not wind. Not magic.
Something internal, invisible, shuddered inside Trask’s chest, like a dormant string p ...
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