The chalk-strokes stopped.
Elian heard it before he understood it—the absence, landing in the courtyard like something dropped. Three beats of rhythm he had been holding at the edge of his attention without knowing it, and then the fourth beat did not come, and his pen stilled on the page before his mind caught up to why.
He looked up.
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