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... from the wreckage below. Many flying ships bled smoke, their rune-panels cracked and flickering. Others drifted in slow circles while engineers and spirit-priests worked to keep their levitation cores alive.
Aranya's copper pendant—shaped like a bird with wings of flame—hung heavy against his chest. He touched it once, a silent prayer to the gods of sky and storm. His face showed nothing: calm eyes, hair tied tight, beard trimmed as always.
"Sky Commander," his first officer said ...
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