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... hadows cutting across the night, their figures darting between moonlight and darkness.
Below them the capital still kept with life—lanterns swaying, drunkards singing, guards marching in their predictable routes. But up here, above the glow and noise, the air was sharp, quiet, and theirs.
Aric's boots touched stone with soundless precision before springing to the next roof.
Serina followed close, her robes whispering against the shingles, magic thrumming faintly around he ...
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