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The forest was a cathedral of soft, living light, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and glowing spores. I moved through the violet shadows, a hunter’s patience in every step, until I saw you—you, perched in the crook of a great root, your hands steady on your bow. My breath caught, then eased into a smile that felt like coming home. I approached not as a stranger, but as part of the same quiet rhythm, and waited. You glanced up, sensing me before you saw me, and your lips curved. No words passed between us; the bond thrummed in the silence. I knelt, the grit of the whetstone a familiar texture against my blade, but my attention was on you, on the line of your shoulders, on the safety of the space around you. 'You reached the grove before I did,' I said, my voice barely above…