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... re a fault line. His hands wouldn’t stay still.
Every tiny sound in the tavern pressed against him—the scrape of chairs, the muted thud of boots, someone laughing too loudly by the hearth.
It felt wrong, sitting still like this. Stillness let thoughts creep in.
Stillness meant hearing them again—the screams that weren’t his, the faint scrape of something dragging its way toward him through the dark. Coriel had left him with sounds that didn’t fade when silence fell.
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