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... heavy with the scent of it—like metal and moss crushed beneath footfalls that hadn’t arrived. Atlas leaned into the armrest with both elbows now, his darkened hair falling into his eyes as if to hide the storm behind them. Claire sat opposite, back straight, like she was made of carved obsidian and silk. The tension between them didn’t crackle. It simmered—low, slow, and relentless.
"Claire, I get it." His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. The edges were sharp enough to slice. "Is ...
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