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Not with omens.
Just sunlight sliding over tiled rooftops, lanterns dimming one by one as dawn stretched its pale fingers into the streets.
The inn woke slowly.
Wooden stairs creaked under descending footsteps. Bowls clinked. Low voices murmured. The city resumed its rhythm—as if nothing extraordinary had happened.
As if history hadn’t paused here last night.
Shaurya stepped out first.
Hands tucked into his pockets.
Crimson robes loos ...
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