Aria didn't reach for the folder right away. She allowed Lucien's final written words to linger between them, the notebook still open on the table, the ink barely dry. The room felt different now — not quieter, because silence had always been her world — but heavier, as though the air itself thickened. Seventeen people. She had written the number instinctively, her hand moving before her thoughts could catch up. The figure fitted in the page very well. She gazed at it a long time before, after all, she shut the notebook. Lucien did not interrupt. But with time and not without trouble, he had come to realize that her silence was not emptiness. It was a process. Structure. The pause required, which could not be hurried without smashing something within it. And so he just clasped his hands and waited. When Aria finally reached for the folders, the paper felt strangely ordinary beneath her fingers. That was the first thing she noticed. It wasn't heavy
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