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... emerald, but inside the hull, the atmosphere was as rigid as a military funeral. We were moving at a velocity that defied the physical limitations of wind and friction, propelled by the raw, surging current of the Kingdom’s primary mana-veins. To a passenger, it felt like being trapped inside a giant, humming tuning fork. Every few minutes, a high-frequency shudder would ripple through the floorboards, the kind of vibration that could shake the teeth right out of a man’s skull if he wasn’t brac ...
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