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... the magnetic platform suspended over the waters of Almeria.
In the distance, the first lights of the city came into view—a Bastion of Light1, or so they said. Also the city where he died, sweet nostalgia.
A land so purified by white meteorites and sacred rites that it snuffed out even the faintest trace of dark energy.
And yet, Dante couldn’t sleep.
He sat cross-legged in the middle of the cabin, arms resting on his knees, palms facing upward.
The train s ...
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