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... ing as the mana engines eased their output. Snow drifted past the deck in lazy spirals, carried by a wind that never truly rested over Morgain lands. Below, the gardens of the Euclid estate came into view, wide, disciplined stretches of white broken by dark stone paths and trimmed hedges now buried beneath frost.
The ship touched down with a muted thud, metal meeting ground. Steam hissed briefly along the landing struts before fading into the cold air.
Trafalgar stepped forward t ...
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