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... night’s ashen veil. A heavy fog clung to the city of Savadra like a ghost reluctant to leave, turning stone and spire into fading silhouettes. Above, the sun strained behind the haze, smothered and sickly—like a flame buried beneath the ashes of an old war.
Kasmer stood by the shuttered window of the room they had claimed. He watched the capital stir. He had not slept, and it showed. The air inside was sharp with cold and tinged with the scent of soot and old metal—a breath of the forge ...
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