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... nding rain. Mirabella stood at the precipice, the wind tugging at her hair, while Carl remained a few paces to the side. His eyes were fixed on the town square below, where three figures stood like statues carved from obsidian and gold. The silence down there was unnatural, a physical weight that made the hair on his arms stand like needles.
"I thought Hayatobi would be the one," Carl said, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat, trying to reclaim his composure. "For the Dra ...
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