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... of Berkimhum. Dawn broke not gently, but like an apology—soft golden light creeping over blood-soaked stone and scorched rooftops, trying to soothe wounds too deep for light alone.
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Atlas turned slowly, his Truth Eyes still shimmering. The light of day warred with the spellwork in his pupils, filtering shadows into truth and heat into form. He scanned the sky, the earth, even the ley-lines underfoot.
Still nothing.
No anomaly.
No magical residue.
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