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... ng through its obsidian towers, bio-metallic spires weeping slow droplets of red light into canals that never overflowed. The sky above it was a void, colorless and cold, stars dimmed by the weight of another world.
And at the heart of it, on a throne carved from the skull of a forgotten god, sat Kiro.
Alone.
The six hundred who had survived the collapse of Velmora were scattered through the city's lower sanctums, huddled inside the breathing halls of the Blood Keep. They ...
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