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... s last light across the fractured skyline, staining the ruins of the spire in hues of crimson and ash. Wind tore through the broken metal skeletons of once-great towers, carrying with it the faint cries of children, sirens, and the brittle stillness of a world barely holding together.
Kiro stood at the edge of a rooftop, his cloak fluttering behind him like a dying banner. Pablo was beside him, silent, eyes fixed on the distant horizon.
And then it began.
A low hum rose i ...
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