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The Sun Remembers

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Kael

The sky didn’t roar that night.

It simply stopped breathing.

No thunder. No lightning.

Just a silence so thick it pressed against my chest — heavy, deliberate, alive.

Riley was asleep beside me, her head on my arm, our twin marks glowing in rhythm.

Gold and silver — two impossible lights pulsing in time.

The heartbeat of something ancient… and watching.

Then the light shifted.

The glow of our marks dimmed, their steady pulse faltering like a candle in the wind.

And for the briefe
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