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... gure, descending like judgment itself. No roar of wings, no divine chorus — only silence heavy enough to make the ruins tremble.
Lan raised his head, his vision smeared with red, his ears ringing. Through the smoke and broken stone, he saw her.
Iris.
She did not walk the earth as others did. She floated downward in a slow, inevitable drift, as though the air bent itself to her will.
The folds of her dark dress licked and curled around her form, shimmering faintly ...
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