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Midnight deepened the chamber into hushed gold and shadow.
Levin sat cross-legged upon the cushions, parchment spread around him like fallen leaves. His fingers moved tirelessly—names, sigils, dates—each mark weighed, each line read twice, then once more.
The pattern refused to loosen its grip.
’No matter how far back I trace,’ he thought, eyes narrowing, ’Iru is everywhere.’
Attendant. Shadow. Constant.
"...Why?" Levin murmured to himself. ’Why wou ...
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