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... heir father, but it was not the kind of silence that brought peace; it was the heavy, listening kind, the type that made every rustling leaf feel like a threat and every distant sound feel like a warning.
The trees stood tall and dark, their branches weaving together above her like a ceiling made of shadows, and the ground beneath her boots was damp with old rain and decaying leaves.
She moved slowly, carefully, her senses alert, her mind still replaying the argument she had just ...
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