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CHAPTER 25 : THE WEIGHT OF QUIET THINGS

The courtyard was empty.

Dust lingered in the late afternoon light, soft and golden. Naya moved through it like breath, her fingers rough with calluses, her apron streaked with dye.

She was teaching again.

No audience.

No headlines.

Just three students—two girls and one boy, none older than six...