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... infully slow.
Arik carried the weight of something he couldn’t explain. Some days it pressed hard against his ribs, flashes of marble halls and laughter that wasn’t his, pain that didn’t belong to a nine-year-old boy twisting into his chest until he woke in a sweat. Other days it was nothing more than a shadow at the edge of thought, easily drowned beneath ether drills with Gregoris or whispered jokes with Noah.
He tried to speak of it once, halting words about eyes like glass, a ...
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