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... , distance turning the roar of a revolution into a dull, rhythmic thrum, until finally, they were replaced by the chirping of crickets and the rustle of wind through the tall grass.
Damien stood on a lonely hill miles outside the city limits. He pulled the silver mask from his face, his fingers trembling slightly.
The metal felt cold and heavy, burdened by the weight of the thousands of lives he had just upended.
From this distance, the fires raging in the Lower Districts ...
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