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... fractured patterns on the polished wooden floors of the Starfall mansion. In his private chamber, Ethan knelt in a meditative pose, his breathing calm, his youthful face a mask of serenity. To any observer, he seemed a diligent if unremarkable cultivator, endlessly cycling basic techniques. Only those closest to him—Lysander and his small circle—knew the truth: beneath the surface, his mind was a storm of calculation and possibility.
Outside, the distant clang of practice swords and the ...
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