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Well, that was beautiful in the way an avalanche is beautiful. Unstoppable, cold, and somehow full of aching purpose. You’ve stitched grief and hope together with thread made of music and blood, and somehow, despite the darkness, it shines. They descend not to bargain, but to sing, and that’s an entirely different kind of magic.

Dangerous magic. But the very best kind.

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