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Sunlight slashed through the smudged greenhouse glass in thick golden bands. At the east bench, Tyla sat among baskets of roots and onion stalks, a chipped mug of tea balanced on her knee, her face tipped back into the late-morning warmth. Next to her, Marsus, the towering wood nymph, crouched with a mug wrapped in both massive hands. No cameras. No audience. Only the thrum of cicadas and the slow breathing of something like peace. “Hey,” Liora said softly. Tyla opened one eye and smirked. “You look like a trust-fund kid who discovered murder podcasts.” Liora snorted. “You look like you built this place with your bare hands.” Tyla set down her mug and reached for Marsus’s wrist, tracing the bark-like ridges there. He turned his palm upward without a word and let her hold it, neith
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