Chapter 22 Chapter 22
Time feels different in a mortal body.
Slower. Softer. Heavy in a way I had forgotten.
The morning sun warms my face as Dante and I step outside the small cottage that the Architect gifted us. The air carries the scent of wildflowers and fresh earth—peaceful, serene, gentle. Everything the mortal ...
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22. Chapter 22 Chapter 22
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