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    • Chapter 4: chapter (4)

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      by Eternalib head out, nothing to see…
    • Chapter 3: chapter (3)

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    • Chapter 1: chapter (1)

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    • Chapter-013

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      by Eternalib Chapter 13: The Healer's Warning Three days passed. Claude counted them. Dawn to dusk to dawn again. Seventy-two hours of pretending the schoolyard incident hadn't fractured something fundamental in Kirana's careful normalcy. Nobody talked about it directly, which made it worse. Master Trent resumed lessons with forced cheerfulness. Children avoided Claude with elaborate casualness, not running away but just always needing to be somewhere else when he approached. Even the market changed. Vendors still sold…
    • Chapter-014

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      by Eternalib Chapter 14: Rhythm of Steel Morning light came through Claude's window with the familiar warmth of routine. A week had passed since Sara's examination, since the warning about extraction and harvesting. A week of careful normalcy, keeping secrets tight and voice partnership quiet. Claude dressed in the clothes Arwen had set aside for training. They were simple, comfortable, mended twice but clean. The forge hammer was already ringing outside. Dad would be busy with commission work. 'Just another training…
    • Chapter-012

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      by Eternalib Chapter 12: Breaking Point School felt wrong. Claude couldn't explain it. The classroom looked the same, wooden benches worn smooth by generations, Master Trent's slate board covered in morning arithmetic, sunlight filtering through shuttered windows. Yet it felt wrong. Children clustered in tight groups, whispering. Their eyes cut toward Claude, then away when he looked back. The morning lessons proceeded with careful normalcy that felt choreographed. It was like everyone was pretending. Rudi sat beside…
    • Chapter-011

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      by Eternalib Chapter 11: The Quiet Garden The singing led him there. Claude was taking the long way home, avoiding village square, avoiding other children, avoiding questions about yesterday's garden flooding at Satria estate. The forest edge path was quieter with fewer people and fewer God's Eyes. There were fewer demands to pretend normalcy. Then he heard it, soft and melodic. Words in a language Claude didn't know but somehow understood the emotion behind. It was an Elvish lullaby. His mother used to hum different…
    • Chapter-010

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      by Eternalib Chapter 10: Water and Recognition Rudi found Claude during morning break. Not in the schoolyard where most children played. Not in the village square where merchants called their wares. But behind the school building, sitting alone on the low stone wall that separated Master Trent's property from the forest edge. He was hiding. Claude had been hiding a lot lately. "Hey," Rudi said casually, like finding someone sitting alone behind a building was perfectly normal. Claude looked up. The gloves felt tight on…
    • Chapter-009

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      by Eternalib Chapter 9: The Lost Joy The puzzle sat on the kitchen table like a promise. It was Claude's favorite, the complex one Dad had made last month with hand-cut wooden pieces that formed an intricate village scene. It usually took hours to complete, and Claude loved that. He loved the slow work of trying pieces, discovering patterns, and feeling that spark when sections finally clicked together. That was his favorite part, the way his thinking could get quiet and focused on just the puzzle and his hands and the…
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