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... �𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Not erased. Not surrendered. It simply stopped standing guard.
They noticed it when an insult landed—and failed to wound.
A survivor snapped sharply at another over a shared blade. The words were edged, meant to cut deeper than steel. In the old world, this would have triggered defense. Justification. Retaliation. A need to protect who one was.
Instead, there was a pause.
The woman glanced up, met the speaker’s eyes, then returned to cleani ...
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