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... pulsed within its colossal boundaries, wrapped in spires of stone veined with enchantment, and streets cobbled with mana-bound wards that never slept.
Light poured from floating crystals strung between towers like festival garlands, illuminating everything from marble balconies to crooked merchant tents.
It was a living monolith.
Majestic.
Eternal.
And utterly ruthless.
Caerywn was built in rings—six great sectors spiraling outward from the palace ...
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