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... t omens.
Without fate screaming its presence into the sky.
Morning sunlight poured gently over the Central City of the Ink–Moon Kingdom, washing the tiled rooftops in pale gold, slipping through carved balconies, gliding along streets already alive with movement. From dawn itself, the city breathed differently.
Today was not a day for conflict.
It was a day for voices.
For meaning.
For words that would travel farther than blades ever could.
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