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... pe fluttering like a banner of war. Her boots struck cobblestone, quick and heavy—each step a hammerbeat against fate.
The bell echoed still. Distant. Wrong. As if it were ringing underwater, buried beneath something thick and enchanted. A distortion spell, perhaps. Or worse.
Her heart pounded.
Not from the sprint—but from the certainty that she was already too late.
As she darted past courtyards and shuttered homes, the people of the capital peeked out behind cur ...
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