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... s different. Felix knew otherwise. His Body had recovered from the fight with the gods, and so had his Mind, but his thoughts could not quite escape what he’d witnessed.
There, on the balcony atop the Bastion of Atlantes, Felix sought comfort in the sussurant sonata of a summer evening, cut generously with the murmur of voices assembling in the Hall of Songs just below. He ran his fingers over the Chalice strapped to his hip. The lip of the cup was by turns faceted and smooth, sharp and ...
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