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... asting long shadows across the obsidian pillars of the citadel. The city was just beginning to stir, but inside the high chambers of the Inner Council, Marsai hadn’t slept in hours.
Her communication device buzzed relentlessly, ping after ping — messages, reports, emergency requests — all reflecting the same impossible truth.
He was alive.
She stood by the balcony, her sharp silhouette outlined by the soft morning glow. Below her, the city buzzed with uncertainty, though ...
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