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... ath, by pretending it had meant to survive all along.
The Capital still pulsed, still hummed with ether in the bones of the city, and still ran on quiet miracles no one paused to admire anymore: streetlines lit by blue-veined conduits beneath polished stone, public trams gliding soundlessly on ether rails, and towers that drank power from the grid like it was air. Even the manor’s windows carried the faint, almost imperceptible vibration of it, the steady thrum of a world that didn’t sto ...
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