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For a moment, the number wavered—random, unformed pixels dancing in the opal. Then it locked in. .

Aris didn’t look at Lena. He heard her set down her coffee cup. The clink of ceramic on ceramic was the loudest sound he had ever heard. cline panel

“What are you, really?” he whispered. “A judge? A healer? A coward’s mirror?” For a moment, the number wavered—random, unformed pixels