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... in the mortal sense—no stone, no bridge, no boundary. It was simply there, a current in the infinite, weaving its way into horizons that should not exist.
Fenric’s steps were slow, deliberate. Each movement stirred ripples of silver flame around him, his silence heavier than ever, yet lighter in clarity. His mind was no longer clouded by doubt—only sharpened by the echo of the cosmos itself.
Aria walked beside him, her emerald wings folding and unfurling with each breath, feather ...
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