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... p> The snow in the northern plains of Veyrth didn't melt.
Not because of cold.But because this snow was made of compressed silence.
Each flake shimmered like broken glass.Each one hummed with memory.
Kael walked through it, bleeding quietly from his palm.
"Too much," he muttered."Again."
He didn't scream. He never screamed.
But inside his mind, something stirred.
"Weak. Still clinging to your shell. Still thinking like a ch ...
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