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Through the gap, shadows moved.
Figures passed the crossroads as though strolling through an ordinary afternoon. Faint voices drifted on the air, the murmur of conversation too distant to catch, woven with the steady rhythm of footsteps. Ellora’s breath stilled in her throat.
Panic broke like a sudden storm. Chairs scraped. Bodies surged toward the door. Ellora rose without a word. Her pale form cut through the chaos, white kimono billowing as she ran—swift, silent, almost weightless.



