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... ed again.
Its light no longer fell directly from above, but slanted across the white stone terraces, turning ink-carved verses along the walls into long shadows. Lanterns had been lit in quiet preparation, their glow soft and amber, waiting for dusk to complete its descent.
The air felt different now.
Not tense.
Resolved.
Across the Poetry Stadium, spectators returned to their seats—not with excitement, but with gravity. Scholars spoke less. Cultivators le ...
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