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... raclefield glows a soft peach, the kind of color that doesn’t come from any palette.
Aira sits beside the River of Dreams, sketching without intention.
But today...the river doesn’t just ripple.It moves.
An unseen current carries a shape past her:
A small house.
A single cup of tea.
A laugh.
Aira knows, without knowing how, that it’s someone else’s dream.
"They’re starting to find us," she whispers. ...
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