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... ime was broken. In one reflection, he wore the Vanguard crest. In another, he was light. In a third, shadow. He moved between timelines like mist.
He opened his eyes.
Sanctum Aqualis came back into focus, but not fully. Now, he heard thoughts. Not words, but feelings. Grief hummed in the walls. Hope pulsed in floor tiles. Despair lingered at the city’s edge like a cold draft.
"I’m becoming the city," he whispered.
Lyra stood beside him, her presence unusually stil ...
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