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... softer than breath, preceded her. Then wings. Vast, pale, scarred from centuries of exile, they blotted the dim firelight from the balcony.
Uriel alighted like a falcon returning to a forgotten aerie, but instead of pride, she folded herself into abasement.
Atlas had seen many warriors bow, but never like this. She lowered herself until her forehead touched the cold black stone, wings flaring and then dropping open—exposing the roots of her feathers, the vulnerable junction wher ...
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