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... olding it together groaning in protest. The vast tendril above blotted out the last scrap of moonlight, its shadow smothering the city in a false midnight.
Mira and Elena clung to the rail as the wind turned razor-cold, laced with fragments of ash that felt like needles on exposed skin. The city’s skyline was no longer intact—whole districts hung half-suspended in the void, caught in the grasp of smaller tendrils, their foundations dangling into nothing.
The largest tendril curle ...
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