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... fire had burned low, its light painting the stone floor in restless shadows. Outside, morning labored to lift the mist from the village walls, but inside, the air remained thick — not with smoke, but with something heavier. Something that did not burn away.
Lilith stood by the high windows, arms folded, her cloak trailing like ink across the worn stone. Her crimson eyes watched the haze beyond without blinking.
Lysanthir remained seated, unmoving, as if carved from the very air h ...
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