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... like wine across its sands.
Esgard felt it.
The entire city throbbed like wound, raw and exposed beneath a sky ablaze with tension. Every breath carried weight.
Every glance lingered too long.
The capital of spectacle was holding its breath—not in mourning, nor joy—but fear.
Because something old was coming back.
And this time, it wasn’t returning quietly.
By morning, the main gates of the Arena were already flanked by dozens of makeshift t ...
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