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8 – Forbidden Roads

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The sweetness of gelato still lingered faintly on her tongue when they returned to Hastan’s office. The corridor lights had dimmed with the slant of evening, and though the air-conditioning hummed dutifully, it was as though the room held its breath the moment Meira stepped inside again.

Without a word, Hastan moved straight to the control panel and lowered the temperature. A rush of cold air filled the room, wrapping itself around Meira’s skin like invisible silk. She shivered lightly, her lips parting in a quiet exhale.

“Thank you,” she whispered. Barely a thread of sound, yet it reached him—every syllable always did.

Hastan didn’t answer with words, only the curt dip of his chin before his gaze dropped once more to the flood of codes on his screen. The rhythm of his keystrokes was steady, commanding, like a heartbeat Meira had once memorized but long since forgotten.

For a while, silence dominated—broken only by the clack of keys, the low whirl of the AC, and the faint scratching o
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