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... ten how to feel.
His boots didn’t echo. Not because they were silent—but because the world had stopped listening.
Claire followed close behind. Her presence wasn’t loud, but it was sharp—like the edge of a knife pressed against old scars. Her violet eyes never left his back.
She knew this walk.
She knew the way his shoulders drooped, just a fraction. The way his steps lacked their usual certainty. She knew the silence he wore wasn’t the kind that came from exhaust ...
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