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... silence, giving way to an endless field of white lilies swaying in a wind that carried no scent. The flowers stretched to every horizon, a sea of pale blossoms under a sky so empty it hurt to look at.
Roselia exhaled slowly, her staff steady in her hands. Unlike Roman’s fury, Milim’s panic, or Liliana’s sharp denial—there was no trembling in her voice, no hesitation in her step.
Leon watched her closely. That calm wasn’t peace. It was resignation.
The Archivist’s decree r ...
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