Goro Tropi |top| Jun 2026

Kael bit. The fruit was not sweet. It was heavy. Dense. It tasted like a memory of rain, like the first breath after surfacing from deep water. And as he chewed—for seventeen chews, because he couldn’t help it—he felt the gears inside him hesitate.

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