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... g to be discipline.
The lanterns were turned down low. Not because they wanted romance. Because light made shadows sharp, and sharp shadows made people look like enemies.
Outside, the valley moved without screaming. Streams of families. Small knots of carts. Guards rotating like clock hands, but never stopping in one place too long.
Inside, the quiet rules held.
No crowds.
No speeches.
No hero moves.
The captive Walker sat on Lira’s soil-sa ...
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