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... t Tyrant's death. The red-hot glow had faded into soft golden dust drifting in the air like stars falling in reverse.
Zen sat on a chunk of broken stone, his sword across his lap. He wasn't tired, not physically. But there was a strange stillness in him, like his body was waiting for the next strike... even though it was over.
Lyra plopped down beside him, her cloak half-scorched, hair messy but still somehow perfect.
"You looked cool back there," she said, nudging him wi ...
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