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... s steady murmur—and for the first time in days, the weight of the relics felt less like a burden and more like a companion, the scepter's embedded shards pulsing in time with the current, as if the river itself were humming an old, unfinished tune.
My coat, crusted with the cove's salt and softened by the fields' lingering pollen, swung loose at my sides, its familiar drag a quiet anchor in the shifting landscape, pockets jingling faintly with the oddments we'd gathered—Jex's pilfered pe ...
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