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... he packed common room below. The air up here was clearer, carrying the faint, sweet scent of the inn’s blooming outer walls. Lucian sat on the edge, his legs dangling over the side, watching the endless stream of air-cars weave between the neon-lit spires of Varros Prime. The lights were beautiful, but they felt empty.
The soft crunch of a boot on moss behind him didn’t make him turn. He knew the step.
Marc settled down beside him, his large frame making the organic structure cre ...
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