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... uieter in the dark.
Arcadia’s skyline pulsed red through the cracked glass, and every breath still carried the taste of dusted bone. I hadn’t moved from the window since the call ended. The ash outside glowed brighter than the streetlights. It wasn’t snow; it was the city’s skin.
If guilt had a smell, it was hot metal and smoke.
I couldn’t stop replaying it—the way the dungeon broke, the shaman stepping out like a god trying on flesh, the thousands of orcs pouring through ...
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