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... ut ceremony.
It did not blaze across the sky or wash the ruins in gold. It seeped in slowly, pale and uncertain, like the world itself was afraid of what it might reveal. Light filtered through the fractured skyline, slipping between broken towers and collapsed walkways, touching the slums with a muted gray that carried neither hope nor despair—only aftermath.
Rai stood at the edge of the ruined district, unmoving, his silhouette carved against the fog that still hadn’t fully dis ...
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