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... n Klein’s carriage rolled into the familiar courtyard of the Azure Crest Garrison. The faint clang of training swords echoed in the distance, knights sparring under fading light. The air smelled of oil, sweat, and faintly of steel — home.
Klein stepped down, brushing the dust from his boots. He hadn’t even taken three steps before a familiar voice broke the din.
"...So you finally did it."
Lucien stood at the base of the watchtower, arms folded, his long white cape rustli ...
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