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... ool enough to feel refreshing, but never cold. Viktor walked through what had become a garden, his boots pressing into soft green grass that hadn’t existed two days ago.
The artificial moon hung overhead, casting everything in silver-blue light that made the world look dreamlike.
In the center of the clearing, a bonfire crackled. Not for warmth—the temperature here could be controlled with a thought—but for atmosphere. The orange flames danced and popped, sending sparks spiraling ...
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