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Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-Four – The Shore That Chose Him
Author: Rukky
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He hit the world like a falling star. No sky.No wind. Just impact a hard, shuddering collision of soul and body as he slammed back into himself.

Sand cushioned his collapse, warm and glowing faintly beneath him. The air tasted of salt and something sweet something metallic, something like memory still evaporating. Fowler groaned and rolled onto his back.

Above him, the sky breathed. Not violently. Not glitching. Just alive, a slow inhale of gold, a soft exhale of silver, pulsing with a rhythm that matched his own heartbeat. His heartbeat.

He pressed a hand to his chest, stunned by the rise and fall of breath. Heavy, human, imperfect. He was here. He had chosen this. And the world had chosen him back.

A soft sound to his right made him turn. Selene lay curled on her side, hair fanned across the sand, one hand half-buried as though she had been reaching for him during whatever force deposited them here.

Her shoulders rose and fell gently, each breath steady and real. He crawled toward h
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