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... he air was sharp with pine and the electric ozone of a fresh mana-storm. Here, the air was a heavy, suffocating blend of expensive oils, blooming jasmine, and the metallic tang of polished marble. I walked through the Great Hall, my boots—scuffed and caked with the dried blue silt of the Deep-Vein—leaving a trail of grit across the white-and-gold tiles.
Beside me, Cael and Mira looked like they wanted to disappear into the tapestries. Behind us, the Centurion rumbled. I had refused to le ...
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