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The wind that swept across the upper terraces of the Stoneward Asylum carried the smell of cold iron and old rain. It was the kind of wind that never quite left the lungs clean. The sun should be rising soon, but somehow, it seemed to be hesitating, as if the night and the four moons above did not want to let go of their hold over reality.
Lunareth, Vyrindel, Sylthera, and Zarathos. They all created a breathtaking display of silver, red, blue-green, and golden light that shone o ...
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