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... tars are sacred; they never fall. That must be a blessing from the heavens for His Highness Pope Winston."
Inside the imperial capital of the Holy Sun Empire, countless people had paused in their daily routines and turned their gazes skyward.
Merchants halted their carts, guards rested their spears against stone walls, and families gathered along balconies and streets as fragments of scattered light streaked across the sky.
To the common folk, the falling lights were noth ...
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