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... eturned to a fragile calm. Elysia’s breathing was soft and even in the blankets, her small chest rising and falling like a delicate drum. Yet the air between Lucein and Silas was thick, heavy with unspoken words.
Lucein held the comb mid-air, brushing through Silas’s silver hair with a gentle rhythm, but his dark eyes never left Silas’s face. "You’ve been gone... six months," he said softly, voice laced with restrained worry. "Six months, and you couldn’t send a word?"
Silas flin ...
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