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... bove the capital glimmered with calm.
No gods were falling. No portals tore through reality. No shrines burned. It was, at long last, peace.
Kyle exhaled as he leaned against the veranda rail of the Armstrong estate. The quietness of the estate felt almost foreign to him.
He had grown too used to the tension in the air, the ever-present hum of divine conflict. Now, it was the rustling of leaves and chirping of birds that filled the silence.
Behind him, footsteps a ...
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