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... latching against a frame two millimeters off-center, a sound he could recognize even half-asleep.
Lucen stepped inside and didn’t move for a moment.
He just stood in the dark.
Boots on the entry mat. Hands still in his coat pockets. The distant hum of mana converters in the walls buzzing like a fridge with too many old spells in it.
The air smelled faintly of soldered threadwire and ozone, leftover from last week’s failed spark glyph he hadn’t bothered cleaning. < ...
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