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Chapter 57: The Garden of Broken Skies (4) — “Hold on, idiot.”
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... stretched out, covered in glowing fissures and warm grass that pulsed beneath our steps. Every breath of wind carried a scent of sap and ash.
Behind us, the mist still hid the traces of yesterday’s battle — the golden bursts, the scorched earth, the shadows of our wounds. Silence had swallowed everything, even our fear.
Sylvara walked beside me, slightly hunched, her wings half-folded. The silver membranes, torn in places, shimmered with faint blue light. Her armor held together ...
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