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... oo quiet.
Noel stood alone, unmoving in the center of that ornate, absurdly polished chamber. The air still carried that faint buzz of mana—something warm, something powerful—but his attention was locked on one question:
When the hell is this?
He paced slowly, eyes scanning the walls, the décor, the clothes laid neatly over a nearby chair. Everything felt pristine, untouched. Not yet shaped by conflict or blood.
'If I'm in Echoes of a Shattered Wo ...
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