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... tal breath and time, the Upper Realm trembled.
The tremor wasn’t physical. It wasn’t a quake of stone or a crack of thunder.
It was deeper than that.
A ripple that moved through the divine latticework of Heaven’s Light Realm—the place that floated between song and silence, built not from stone, but from will and resonance. Towers of gleaming crystal hummed with layered choirs. Bridges spanned vast chasms of sky-colored light. The wind whispered in runic patterns. Everythi ...
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