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... iet of a winter morning; it was the heavy, pressurized hush of a machine that had finally found its equilibrium. Above us, the azure aurora pulsated with a slow, rhythmic thrum, casting long, indigo shadows across the scarred stone of the quad. The Royal fleet, once a terrifying symbol of the South’s overwhelming authority, now sat grounded and silent, their silver hulls reflecting the blue light like a line of sleeping whales. I stood at the edge of the balcony, my fingers gripping the cold gra ...
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