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... ed ash trees that clawed the sky like they were trying to pluck down the clouds. Zen moved silently, the wind tugging at his black coat, the bracelet Diliya gave him brushing against his wrist with every step.
For a while, all was still. The chirping of birds. The rustle of breeze.
But then—
The wind stopped.
> [system: ...This is either a dramatic moment or a bad omen.]
Zen's steps slowed.
A shiver passed down his spine—not col ...
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