Where our shadows meet

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whisper. A breath. The sound of

hat had clearl

ember the cold stone beneath my bare feet as I stepped onto the balcony, the velvet hush of midnight cloaking t

ell princesses to keep t

ot breath. Just... movement, like the air bent

ger-not raised, not lowered-just poised, as if the moment itself were holding its breath.

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ed the

eath

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the velvet ribbon tied around my throat. It fell to the floor, sil

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