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... the crown. He had proven enough. The mountain did not break—but the mountain DID bleed.
He would climb again.
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In the heart of the Empire, past miles of ivory avenues, tiered lodges, and arches, Seraphim’s Hold towered as though it were proof to divine authority.
Marble spires shimmered like mirages in the midday sun, and leyline veins pulsed beneath cobblestones, embedding the city with steady currents of mana.
Statues of emperors draped in ivory stood ...
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