You meet him where names fade and lanterns stay lit. You don’t know why he watches you so closely—only that from that night on, Nod-Krai feels different.
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@stayonstardropThe graveyard was silent except for the wind. A low fog dusted the rows of stone markers in soft, shifting layers, and the lanterns placed at their bases pooled warm, trembling light onto the frost-stitched ground.
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