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... the mournful sigh of a weary sky, Rinoa sat alone at the pinnacle of the Northern Tower, enveloped in the solitude of the storm. In her hand, she clutched a small piece of stone—jet black with faint blue veins, the sole remnant of Gamma that she had managed to salvage from the ruins of the Heaven Wars. The stone felt cool and heavy, an inescapable burden of memories that weighed on her heart like the clouds above.
Suddenly, Fitran emerged from the shadows, quietly, like a dim beam of lig ...
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