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Not with bells.
Not with announcements.
Just light.
Soft sunlight filtered through gauze curtains, slipping across carved wooden floors and polished stone walls. Outside, the city was already awake—footsteps echoing through streets, shop shutters lifting, voices murmuring with anticipation rather than urgency.
The tournament would begin tomorrow.
Today belonged to waiting.
The Inn
The inn where the Sanatan Flame Sect had taken residen ...
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