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Chapter 108: Signal in the Quiet
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2026-04-18 08:58:52Night moved differently once they were unhidden.
It no longer folded around them like a cloak. It pressed instead—close and listening—carrying sound farther than it should, holding scent like memory. Every snapped twig felt louder. Every breath echoed in Kiera’s chest as if the dark were trying to learn her shape.
They moved fast but not reckless.
Ronan set the pace, reading slope and wind the way other men read maps. The bears fa
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