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... ove Leonidus burned with a sickly light—the red haze of torches and collapsing roofs. Ash drifted like snow over the courtyards, settling on the marble lions that guarded the gates.
The once-proud banners of gold and crimson hung in tatters, fluttering in a wind that carried the scent of ruin.
Aiden stood among the wreckage of the great hall, the world muffled as if drowned beneath the weight of what had just transpired.
Where moments ago there had been feasting and laugh ...
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