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Chapter 193: Home

Author: Kim castro
last update publish date: 2026-08-11 15:02:16

The northern air arrived before the northern mountains did.

I noticed it through the vehicle window somewhere in the middle territories, the specific quality of it changing the way a voice changed when you had been away long enough to hear it differently on return. Colder. Cleaner. The particular clarity of air that had come down from mountain altitude and not yet been softened by the density of lowland forest. I had been breathing southern air for eleven days and I had not noticed how differen
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