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... slightly. Enough that even the crowd stilled.
Then — he straightened.
No anger in his face. No shout. No flash of flame.
Just silence.
His grip shifted. Not tightened — recalibrated. Ashthorn settled in his palm like it had waited for this. The strange blade caught the light and seemed to darken, not gleam — like it swallowed attention instead of demanding it.
Yarik blinked.
"What—"
Caelith moved.
One step.
Then two.
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