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CHAPTER 13: RUNNING

作者: MALCAUREE
last update publish date: 2026-04-16 00:33:42

I spent an hour after leaving Dominic's study sitting on the stone steps of the hall's front entrance, not thinking—or rather, thinking in the undirected, non-verbal way that precedes actual thought, the mind sorting and filing before it can analyze. The day was cold and clear, the forest dark against the pale sky, and the two resonances in my chest were, for once, a comfort rather than a complication—proof that I was not alone in this, that whatever impossible geometry was involved, I was conn
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