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... in the minutes after the Composite Executor collapsed—not as relief, not even as exhaustion, but as a subtle shift in pressure, like a citywide breath being released and immediately replaced with another held inhale. The streets didn’t cheer. The towers didn’t dim in gratitude. Instead, wards loosened, then re-tightened in different configurations. Arcane currents rerouted themselves with mechanical precision.
The city accepted the outcome.
Not the intent.
Ryon sat on the ...
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