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... cts had shifted.
A week ago, it had been a place of fear—a refugee camp huddled in the dark, waiting for the ceiling to collapse. Now, it was a forward operating base. The air didn’t smell like rot anymore; it smelled of ozone, sharpening steel, and the distinct, crisp scent of mana being compressed into volatile explosives.
I stood over a makeshift tactical map spread across a crate in the center of the market square. The map wasn’t paper; it was a 3D projection generated by S ...
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