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... st the flaps echoed through the quiet camp. It was the kind of silence that pressed against the skin — heavy, unmoving, almost sacred. Luther sat with Alina in his arms, her small frame trembling as she clutched the front of his cloak. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest — faint, rapid, desperate — as though she still hoped that someone, anyone, would rise from the dead around them.
But there was no one left.
Outside, the cold wind carried the faint scent of ash and iro ...
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