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CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE-The Price Of Stillness
Author: Miller Ariel
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The Silence did not return with force.

It returned with absence.

Eleven days after the confrontation in the Unformed, the first outer realm simply… stopped answering. Not with panic. Not with distress signals. The portal to a small, stable world called Veylan’s Rest remained open and glowing, but nothing came through. No traders. No messages. No response to repeated hails.

When Sophia finally forced a low-level probe across the connection, the data that returned was empty. Not blocked. Empty
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