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... ing, in all honesty, that I had finally, irrevocably, and without the faintest shred of irony, lost my mind.
That was the only explanation left. No other justification could account for the fact that I was still alive, standing among fire-gutted ruins with half the district caving in behind me, soot on my tongue, blood in my hair, and a man in a spotless white cloak perched atop a crumbling building like he’d just strolled out of an opera performance.
Not a speck of ash touched h ...
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