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... pushed through its doors, the first thing they noticed was the sound: not shouting, not panic, but voices forced too low, every syllable carrying strain. Runners darted across polished floors, their boots leaving smudges that nobody paused to clean. The scribes’ quills scratched like teeth on bone.
The great scrying bowls still pulsed with ugly light—Stonebridge split into halves, Marrowport steaming under its own ruin. One clerk wiped her eyes openly while another scratched her notes un ...
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