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... e had.
Vane moved through the shifting borderline where the fog gave way to the manicured perfection of the main campus. The smell of smoke and cold ash clung to his uniform. It was a sharp contrast to the scent of night-blooming jasmine and expensive arcanic ozone that permeated the student districts.
He carried the star-metal spear wrapped in the burnt remnants of a blanket strapped across his back. It wasn’t physically heavy. He had lifted far heavier things in the Body Lab. B ...
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