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... usually carried the chill of the northern mountains.
Damien walked through the main courtyard, his boots clicking rhythmically against the newly paved cobblestones.
He took a deep breath. The air no longer smelled of rust and dried blood. It smelled of sawdust, baking bread, and the ozone tang of mana-welders.
To his left, Leona walked with a heavy, predatory grace. She had grown taller in the last few months, her golden hair now a wild mane that framed her sharp feature ...
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