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... iving.
At this altitude, there was no smog from the capital to filter the rays. There was no grey mist from Oakhaven to soften the edges. The light cut through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, illuminating dust motes that danced in the sterile air.
Vane stood by the ledge.
He looked down.
Clouds drifted lazily beneath the foundation of the villa. The world below was a blur of white and grey, detached from the reality of the peak.
His body felt light.
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