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... ation from the stone itself. Threads of a dark, oily miasma rose from the floor and lay themselves along the places my body liked to move, like a cat curling on the exact chair you were about to take. The sky above wasn’t a sky at all, just a pale, glass ceiling pretending, its edges running into the tower’s brass ribs.
He stood in the middle of it all, a man in a red coat with working pockets and a sword that had seen hard days. There were no medals on his chest, no theater in his stanc ...
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