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... e iron harbor, faintly illuminated by the violet shimmer of mana reactors buried beneath the decks. Every worker moved in silence, every bootstep muffled by the tension that hung like a veil. The air smelled of oil, salt, and a quiet dread that had settled since Ravenwood Fortress fell into ruin.
On the central dock stood Noah. His gloves were slick with machine grease, his hair disheveled from hours of last-minute preparation. Before him rose the fleet — ten airships plated in obsidian ...
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