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Chapter 87: Two Mares, Fighting Over One Spot
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The ruins stretched endlessly, carved from marble veins and cracked obsidian, their grandeur forgotten by time.
Banners fluttered on collapsed pylons, their glyphs unrecognized by any living archive.
They bore the mark of something ancient, neither hostile nor comforting, swaying in a wind that didn’t reach the skin.
The skies above were a hue that could not exist in reality—neither dusk nor dawn, a perpetual moment in between.
Kivas walked among ...
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