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... the dome above began its slow dissolution, the night illusion peeling back like silk drawn from glass. Pale streaks of dawn bled into the horizon, painting the upper eaves of the city in soft rose-gold.
No crowds yet. No echoing steps from the others. Just stillness—and the quiet hum of the capital beginning to stir.
He leaned against the smooth marble railing, eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the sight below.
Arcania City—the Arcania City—spread out beneath him in g ...
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