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Chapter Sixty-Six — If Only for a While

Author: Miranda Miley
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-27 09:22:18

Kieran’s Point of View

I notice it in the stillness.

Not silence. Not absence. Something subtler than either. A thinning. A space where resonance should be, where the quiet hum of alignment once existed without my awareness. Like a note missing from a chord that continues to play, technically whole but undeniably altered.

There has always been a sense of placement beneath everything. A quiet certainty that I occupied exactly the space I was meant to occupy, no more and no less. I never quest
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