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... breathed.
Not with air or life, but with dreams—shifting, writhing, pulsing like a single vast mind. Towers twisted into spires of light and shadow, their shapes changing with every blink. Streets coiled like serpents, folding over one another in impossible patterns. The City Beneath the Veil was not built—it was imagined.
Erian, Marra, and Tovin descended the cliffs, their steps echoing on a path that wasn’t stone but memory. The air shimmered with visions—faces of people they’d ...
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