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... place worshipped the First Flame—the Sun—yet it was engulfed in darkness.
Zane couldn’t see anything.
No one raised any noise or complaint about the darkness, which made Zane believe it wasn’t anything new. They were familiar with it.
He smelled wood and floral scents of the rich and also the familiar stench of gutter.
But what he smelled most was the intent.
It was still there.
Zane looked around but it was no use.
The darkness did its wor ...
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