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... felt oppressive.
But they did feel heavier.
Not with magic.
With expectation.
Marien walked beside him, silent since the door closed behind them. The others—cadets, instructors, the wounded—parted without a word. Others watched with wide, unreadable eyes.
The sigils that once sealed the Vault flickered one last time, then went dim.
By the time they reached the surface, dawn had broken.
But the light didn’t feel warm.
It felt like a ...
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