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... and shadow, a name whispered in the same breath as the shaping of continents.
But as the man himself stood before the gates of the capital, he looked less like a monument and more like a mountain that had simply grown tired of standing still.
He was genuinely, profoundly old... weathered past the point of mere age into something elemental.
His skin was a map of a thousand winters, his posture upright with the wiry agility of a man who had spent decades navigating the une ...
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