The silence in the cottage after our return was heavy, but it wasn't the Blandness. It was the quiet of a storm passed, leaving us all bruised and reeling. I stood by the hearth, the weight of the Chrome Figure's words a leaden reality in my gut. A faulty copy. A ghost of a noise.I stared into the flames, seeing not fire, but the sterile, mirrored surface that had shown my reflection—my real reflection—overlaid with Lyra’s. The same constellation of marks on the shoulder. A Maker’s sigil. A brand of origin.Kairi was a vortex of restless energy. He couldn't stop. The mystery had reshaped itself, and him with it. His usual crisp movements were jagged, his Lawgiver’s composure frayed at the edges."The paradox isn't just stable," he growled, the word low and rough, more animal than academic. He paced, a caged thing. "It's feral. It shouldn't exist, but it does. It has teeth." He stopped, pinning me with a gaze that was no longer dissecting, but… hunting. "Your storms were never just we
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