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... , gazing out through the open window. Her eyes swept over the cathedral’s rooftops, the twinkling lights deep within the mist, the city districts whose buildings no longer matched her memory, and the direction of the distant sea.
Beside the tower’s spiral staircase, the steam-powered pipes emitted a faint hiss. Copper incense burners hung from the pipes’ valves, wafting threads of smoke. The aged Archbishop Valentin stood silently nearby, his murky pale eyes, clouded from blood no longer ...
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