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... th misplaced. Not a muscle stirred.
Only the wind combed through his hair, and the salt of the sea kissed his skin. Thirteen visions he called forth- each drawn with no small measure of authority. Each a thread of the great weaving of time, studied and woven into memory.
And at the end of the last one, Achilles- no, The Ninth Adrastia Emperor King, rose.
He stretched slowly, the movement like the turning of a page written in the language of ancients. His back straightened ...
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