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... horizon with hues of gold and gray.
The chilly wind carried the familiar scent of freshly cut stone, charred wood, and magic—a blend typical of cities rising from the ashes.
Every street vibrated with the sounds of rebuilding: hammers banging, workers’ voices, sustaining spells being cast by exhausted but determined mages.
Strax walked alone, his hands in his pockets, his black cloak dragging softly on the uneven ground.
There were no bodyguards, no servants, not ...
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