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... right eyes met his; Aurora circled overhead in triumph. Muse bellowed somewhere outside, having sensed the outcome through walls.
Zephyr lifted his sword once to the roaring stands—not for vanity but promise. Emberkind is coming.
Yet the night would bring tribunal threats, bribes, and invitations slid under doors. The furnace of politics waited—but for a few breaths, in the quiet corridor smelling of balm and smoldering glass, a boy and his drake tasted hard-won hope.
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