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... ing toward the voice before it even finished its sentence.
"I also didn’t expect the daughter of the Pride Lord to come all the way here just to critique my caffeine habits..." He tilted his head. "Sira."
There was no portal. No flash.
Just a quiet crack, like a fracture in space opening with a gentle yawn. A rift bloomed in the far corner of the café—dark, slow-spinning, like the folds of shadow themselves had grown bored and decided to part.
From it, stepped Sir ...
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