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... the sharp scent of pine and the metallic tang of the mana-filtering arrays cycling overhead.
Vane and Valerica walked from the cafe.
Their boots struck the flagstones. The rhythm was synchronized. A week ago, their steps would have been a jagged clash of territories—the Rat fighting the Sun for space. Now, the friction was gone.
They moved as a unit. Valerica drifted closer to his centerline than usual. Vane didn’t correct her path. They occupied the walkway with the casu ...
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