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... n't argue. How could she?
Far beyond them, Daegon stood like a god reborn. The corrupted pearl pulsed in his grip, and the sky obeyed it like it owed him everything. The streets had fallen into hush, not panic. Not yet. Just awe. That was worse. That was always worse.
She looked up. The stars were still fading. The dark winter had touched everything. Slowly. Softly. Like the world was being rewritten from the top down, line by line, molecule by molecule.
"Back in the day… ...
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