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... at rose around them — cracked mirrors of a forgotten world.
Michael had gone ahead, his golden wings flickering in the haze. The others followed close, boots scraping through dust that glittered faintly, like ash and light mixed together.
The silence was wrong. It wasn’t empty anymore.
It was listening.
A sound came — faint, mechanical, too even to be natural.
A chime. Then another.
From somewhere deep in the ruins, an electronic voice whispered, . ...
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