Mini-Chapter 27.8 — Soft Distortion Pivot
The second the streetlamp flickered, the world hesitated with it—just a thin, breathless pause. Riven wasn’t sure if it was the light stumbling or time itself catching on a loose stone, but the air around him felt wrong in that subtle, familiar way he’d started to fear. A step forward, and his shadow lagged behind by half a beat, as if deciding whether to follow. He clenched his hand once, twice. The cold crept across his knuckles a fraction too slow. Not again. The city didn’t answer, of course. It only watched—quietly, hungrily—from behind its shuttered windows and rain-dark glass. Riven moved. A cat brushed past his boot, tail flicking. The sensation arrived a moment late, a soft stroke delayed just long enough to make his breath stutter. The cat didn’t look back. It didn’t have to
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