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... it—the shift in the wind, the metallic taste of divine magic rippling through the air, the way the scorched stones under his boots trembled as if bracing for something older than the sky.
The seven Thrones descended in formation above the shattered capital, their halos burning with the holy severity of executioners.
The ruined city of Berkiumhum, still coughing ash from the war that nearly killed it, seemed to curl inward beneath the oppressive light.
Aurora whispered be ...
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