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Chapter 125: The Divine Hand
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... rose from the cracks in the stone roads. People moved like ghosts. None of them looked up.
Ian walked through it with his hood up. His wings were hidden. His steps were slow. He asked no one. But he listened.
Everyone had a story. All the stories had one name in them.
Christian.
They said Christian knew things no one should know. They said he once spoke with a dead god and lived. They said he did not age. They said he once found a dragon's real name and sold it fo ...
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