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... nymore.
He stood at the edge of the Anchor’s balcony, a slab of pale stone overlooking the infinite shimmer of the Endless Expanse.
Winds screamed up from the void, carrying scents of ozone and whispers that clawed at the mind. His black cloak did not move — the wards woven into the fabric drank sound, wind, and light alike. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
He had been forged for moments like this.
Karahad was not a pillar, nor did he care to be. He lived in the spa ...
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