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... l column coiled into small, perfect clouds that fractured in the slanted sunlight before drifting away—ghosts too thin to linger. The departure should have felt momentous, but it carried the hush of a secret instead, as though the western ridge were swallowing every sound the moment boots touched the first slope.
Draven adjusted nothing about his stride or posture when the wind picked up, though the gust tugged at his cloak hard enough to snap the hem against his calves. The braid Sylvan ...
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