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2026-08-05 05:15:29Rowan hadn't sat down since the video ended.
He'd meant to. Taryn had actually pulled a chair out for him at one point, gently, the way you'd nudge someone toward rest after they'd been standing too long at a hospital bedside. He'd looked at the chair, then kept pacing instead, because sitting felt like agreeing to slow down, and slowing down felt like giving grief room to catch up with him again.
It had been circling all night. He could feel it, patient and enormous, waiting ju
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