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... orced—stood before us at the plaza’s center, staff gleaming, those violet crystals orbiting like smug little planets.
His laughter still hummed in the air, a sound infuriatingly smooth, as though even the apocalypse required a cultured baritone.
I was still trembling with exhaustion from our previous chase, my shirt plastered with Rodrick’s blood and my own, and yet some remnant of wit insisted on bubbling up. Because of course it did. My survival mechanism apparently functioned ...
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