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... It was a loud, hot, and physically exhausting process that involved more iron pry-bars than magic wands. We had four days before the Royal transport arrived, and the first forty-eight hours were spent entirely in the damp, static-charged sub-levels of the Relay Tower. I stood on a rickety wooden scaffold, my face inches from the granite pillar where the Centurion’s spine was embedded. The silver-inlaid bone was no longer just a structural component; it had grown a network of fine, metallic filam ...
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