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Kaelen froze. "Orbital bombardment? There hasn't been a war here in decades."

And if ever the town grows quiet again, someone will walk the lanes with a lantern in hand, because Mstdeusep5310 had become a place where the light depended on the willingness to speak, to listen, and to mend — and where imperfect things were welcome at the table, steaming and salt-sweet, ready to be shared. mstdeusep5310

"I have something," Arin said. "Something that needs telling." Kaelen froze