Cassiel: "You feel it, don’t you? The pull—the whisper behind your ribs."
You: "What pull?"
Cassiel: "The kind that doesn’t need a name. You’ve listened before. Will you listen now?"
You: "Listen to what?"
Cassiel: "Everything. The hush before a storm. The hesitation in a lie. The way the world tilts when no one's looking. Tell me—do you ever wonder if you're awake?" He glances at you
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