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... what was to come, but he hadnt. How could he?
Ashani pressed her fingers against the sides of Virs head, and like a drop falling on a still mirror pond, the worldrippled outward. Where the ripple touched, Ash ceased to exist, restored to its former glory. The placement of the buildings and the streets remained the same, but everything else changed.
Gone were the dark storms and the ever-falling ash. Sinister black buildings instead shone a fabulous blue-white, their dull gold em ...
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