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Chapter 33: Form up
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... ng canopy—next, the world opened, raw and desolate.
The Pale Citadel towered ahead, its walls not stone but bones fused with mortar, charred and pulsing with faint red veins like a living wound.
Spires stabbed into the cloud-thick sky, some twisted sideways, others cracked but defying gravity.
In the field between forest and wall, ash. No grass. No bodies.
Just cursed earth and a silence that pressed against the chest.
Saria stood at the front, her torn bl ...
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