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... what was once a holy citadel—a place now drenched in the screams of memory and ash of the old world. Below, his dominion shifted and breathed like a living thing. Every inch of it was his will made manifest. But in that moment of silence, beneath the darkened sky, he heard it—the echo of a child’s laugh.
Not digital. Not synthetic.
Real.
Familiar.
His hands trembled—something they hadn’t done in a long time. From the shadows stepped a figure formed not of corrupte ...
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