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... a forgotten age.
Spires carved from ivory stone stretched high into the lavender sky, and narrow bridges ran between suspended platforms.
Glowing sigils danced lazily in the air, guiding pedestrians, while whispers of ancient aether pulsed through the veins of the structures.
Malrik strolled ahead, relaxed and familiar with every turn. Nova and Anna kept close behind, silent but alert.
When they reached the outer wall of the inner district, a guard in silver-blue ...
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