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... od flanked by tall watchtowers carved with ivy and eagle motifs. Smoke curled lazily from the chimneys within, and the faint sounds of hammers, bells, and distant voices bled through the stone walls. After days in the wild, the city’s familiar silhouette was oddly comforting—and heavy. It meant explanations. Truths. Losses.
Inigo adjusted the sling of his M4, the matte-black weapon now dulled by dust and wear. Beside him, Lyra pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders. They’d spoken ...
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