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... road, the rhythmic clatter blending with the evening wind.
Klein leaned back against the worn leather seat, his crimson hair catching faint streaks of sunset as he stared absently out the window. The spires of Ostina dwindled behind him — gilded peaks and marble towers fading into the distance, but his mind wasn’t in the city anymore.
It was still standing in the High Temple.
Still staring at the shards of the crystal as they dissolved into mana.
He could still f ...
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