Selene was already wiping the surface for the third time before she realized what she was doing.She stopped the cloth still pressed against the wood, her eyebrows pulling together slightly as she stared at the streak she had just made."I already did this, " she said quietly, her voice above a whisper.She was not sure it sounded like a question.She straightened up slowly, her fingers tightening around the cloth before she let out a breath and dropped her hand to her side.The room was the same shelves, same polished table, same quiet stillness that usually made her work easier and more predictable.Today Selene felt something was off, not loud, not obvious, just wrong.She shifted her weight slightly, testing her foot. The ache was still there but it was manageable. It was not enough to stop her, it was not enough to explain the unease sitting low in her chest.It was not the pain that was bothering her, it was the silence, not the absence of sound. The kind of silence.Her gaze dr
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