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Prince Lancelot stood at the edge of a limestone ridge, his boots caked in red dust, his coat whipped by the wind. Before him stretched the inland plateau—untamed, vast, and cloaked in clouds. It had taken three weeks of rail through sheer granite and jungle to reach this height, and now the world opened up before them. Fertile valleys, glinting mineral ridges, and rivers that fed into distant, unmapped forests.
Juliette climbed up beside him, panting slightly, goggles around her ne ...
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