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... ing pale and merciless above the shattered capital. Its light spilled across the courtyard like molten gold, burning against the white stone stained dark by blood. The sounds of battle had begun to fade—no more clashing steel, no more shouts of dying men—just the quiet scrape of armor, the soft murmurs of soldiers tending to the aftermath.
Leon stood in the courtyard’s center, his cloak stirring in the faint wind. Around him, the air still carried the ghost of heat from his last fight—th ...
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