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The Name Buried in the Child.

“Some names die. But the oldest ones wait.”

KAI’S POV – ONE MONTH LATER

Peace was a strange thing.

Too quiet.

Too soft.

And too easily broken.

I sat at the edge of the cliff outside our new cottage, the child asleep against my chest, their breath warm against my heartbeat. The world had ret...