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But the words stayed trapped behind my ribs, pressed there by the weight of everything I wasn’t ready to share—about myself, about Draegon, about the daughter I’d never known but had dreamed of so vividly that it sometimes felt like grief had teeth.
Seraphine sat quietly, the pale light from the high windows catching her hair, her eyes never leaving mine. I’d thought coming here would feel strange, intrusive even.
But it didn’t.
It felt like home.
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