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... k, bitter coffee—he bought outside—between his hands.
Steam curled gently into the air, dancing in slow spirals that dissipated just beneath the cabin’s low ceiling.
Across the table, Lirazel hovered in a slow, deliberate orbit over her own cup—untouched, save for the occasional contemplative glance she shot toward the swirling surface.
Despite the near-death encounter just moments ago, there was a strange stillness between them now, the kind of eerie calm that usually se ...
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