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The city's pulse rides on brooding whispers, glances exchanged in rushing crowds--stories etched in air like ink under rushes. - Elle Xenscribe The city's pulse rides on brooding whispers, glances exchanged in rushing crowds--stories etched in air like ink under rushes. - Elle Xenscribe The city's pulse rides on brooding whispers, glances exchanged in rushing crowds--stories etched in air like ink under rushes. - Elle Xenscribe