The hallway was empty when Cel stepped out of his room. Early enough that most students were still sleeping, late enough that morning light filtered through tall windows and painted the wooden floors gold.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjbCmK58kMM
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He stepped into the hallway and started walking. 135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2ELmDB6Rs5
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The dormitory corridors eventually gave way to the main building's wider passages, and he found himself at the Academy's front entrance - massive oak doors carved with marks of the seven deities.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAmw1pocUqK
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Cel walked through and past the iron gates. The guards who'd straightened so sharply for Esrin yesterday barely glanced at him now - just another student leaving the grounds.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXYsSmuPWiB
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The city spread before him.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRLScgJydaM
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He'd walked these streets with Esrin, taking in the shops, the crowds, the constant flow of normal life. But there had been direction then. A destination. Following her steady pace through streets that parted for a Hallowed.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9PrfI0jiAe
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Now there was no destination. No goal. No one to follow. 135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWyADciKABg
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The street stretched wide and level. Cobblestones fitted together in patterns that would've taken months to lay. Buildings rose on either side - stone and timber construction, three and four stories tall, with shop fronts on the ground level and living quarters above.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsgQSPRH75z
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People were already out. A woman swept the steps of what looked like a bakery, the smell of fresh bread drifting across the street. Two men carried a heavy crate between them, grunting with effort as they maneuvered it through a narrow doorway. A child ran past chasing a leather ball, laughter trailing behind.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs54Ianak4O
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Normal. All of it completely, impossibly normal.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMuS3Pjxmu3
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Cel moved along the street.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ84bbeuzw4t
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His armored boots clicked against cobblestones. The sound felt too loud. Too present. In the Ashlands, his footsteps had been nothing but soft crunching through ash. Every other sound had been a potential threat, something to track or hide from. Here the sound just... existed. Meant nothing. Threatened nothing.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6lWycwuLKF
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The morning air carried a dozen scents. Bread, yes, but also horse manure from somewhere nearby. Woodsmoke from breakfast fires. Something sweet and floral from a cart selling flowers at the corner.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6t2ttyoxgs
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He passed the flower cart and the vendor - an older woman with weathered hands - smiled at him.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXxRfpigZjV
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"Morning, young master!"135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9IDqImvAYk
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Cel nodded once and kept walking.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡenZq5zI4eg
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Young master…135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtoef3TxE1G
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He glanced down at himself. Cinderward covered him in practical brown and gray - simple by artifact standards, but still unmistakably an artifact. Anyone who looked would know immediately what he was.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2ErFzrdP5E
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A Chosen.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbwtXsq8yK2
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And his snow white hair didn't help. It marked him as clearly as the armor - unnatural, distinctive, impossible to miss.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRsDDfZybdp
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The realization settled uneasily in his chest.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsUeB6wXczi
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More people appeared as he descended further into the city. The street widened into a broader avenue lined with shops. Merchants were opening shutters and arranging displays. Customers browsed early selections. Conversations hummed in the air - dozens of voices blending together into a constant murmur.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIzUX1ji9Hv
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And eyes found him. 135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIe4W7Y3rRG
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Not everyone. Not constant staring. But enough that he noticed.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrke7PNfhKT
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A merchant glanced up from arranging pottery and held his gaze a moment too long. Two women walking together turned their heads as he passed, whispering something he couldn't hear. A group of young men near a tavern entrance went quiet when he approached, resuming their conversation only after he'd moved on. 135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgZJBH8edsO
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Yesterday, with Esrin, all eyes had been on her. The famous Hallowed commanded attention simply by existing. He'd been background noise in her presence - forgettable, invisible.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡegcEG7n6iu
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Without her, he stood out.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQU55CR8ibb
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Cel's chest tightened. 135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ92i8ybTxVo
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He needed different clothing.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1JCDGJvFzE
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A shop ahead had fabric bolts displayed in the window - simple woolens and linens in earth tones. No fine silks or elaborate patterns. The kind of place that served commoners and lower merchants.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWPQ2GH4XG5
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Perfect.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKHnaqcXarn
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The door opened with a soft chime. Inside, the space was narrow but deep, with shelves lining both walls holding folded garments and stacked fabric. An elderly man stood behind a counter at the back, squinting at a ledger.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtM134ocWeu
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He looked up when Cel entered. His gaze dropped to the armor, lingered a moment, then rose back to Cel's face.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpkZhwLXt7s
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"How may I help you, young master?"135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvOqk9Ars8c
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There it was again. That assumption.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5m2Itbs2eB
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"Clothes," Cel said. "Nothing formal. Just normal wear for the city."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyeRxt5sMZ2
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The shopkeeper studied him a moment - assessing size and build with an experienced eye. "Of course. Simple tunic and trousers? We have several styles..."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ43QtJrkly5
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He moved along the shelves, pulling items and laying them on the counter. Brown linen tunic. Dark gray trousers. A simple belt. All well-made but unremarkable.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa2HHJO7yIF
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"And a cloak," Cel added. "Something with a hood."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj9eMlEgfkX
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The man nodded and retrieved a dark brown traveling cloak from a peg. The fabric was thick enough to ward off rain but not so heavy it would be uncomfortable in warm weather.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8qZFnMr3p7
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"Will you be wearing them now, or shall I wrap them?"135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0xsZvKKexc
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"Now."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWycSWK7T7a
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The shopkeeper gestured toward a small changing area curtained off in the corner. Cel took the bundle and stepped behind the fabric.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeQFNbIdwnk
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Cinderward dismissed at a thought, dissolving into nothing as it returned to wherever artifacts went when unsummoned. 135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLA1Kl9e8Q8
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He pulled on the new clothes. The linen tunic was rougher than Cinderward's smooth fabric but not uncomfortable. The trousers fit well enough. The belt cinched everything in place.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH94CqTHtrQ
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When he emerged, the shopkeeper nodded approvingly. "A good fit. Will there be anything else?"135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIIlEKadqzv
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"No."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfaYttofz1d
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Cel pulled coins from the pouch he had received and counted out the price the man named. The shopkeeper accepted the payment with a small bow.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkeUFZVviuf
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"Thank you for your patronage, young master. May the gods watch over you."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqh3A7184km
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Cel pulled the hood up as he stepped back onto the street.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzRIdR3TrXX
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Better.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb8aguhj0jo
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The attention didn't disappear completely - a hooded figure still drew some notice - but the weight of eyes lessened. People glanced and looked away. Normal wariness of a stranger rather than recognition of a Chosen.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsdNC1y7B4k
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He could breathe easier.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK5mtnxN8cK
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The street continued downward, opening into what looked like a market square. Stalls clustered around a central fountain where water bubbled over carved stone. Vendors called out their wares - fresh fish, vegetables, leather goods, tools, trinkets.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlMhFPwE0yd
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Cel drifted through it all without direction.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR9ITTdKfFo
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A weapons stall caught his eye briefly. Well-made steel displayed on cloth - daggers, short swords, a few longer blades. Nothing compared to Silent Moon, but quality work. The merchant noticed his interest and started to approach, but Cel moved on before the man could speak.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyI39U95OJ3
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Food stalls next. Roasted meat on skewers sending up fragrant smoke. Pastries glazed with honey. Some kind of soup being ladled into wooden bowls for customers who ate standing at rough tables.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPxzsY3OZQi
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His stomach didn't react. He'd eaten the dried meat from the Hollow Realms recently enough that hunger hadn't returned yet. But he watched the people - how they ordered, how they paid, how they ate while talking with friends or standing alone.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGFKp1q29pF
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Normal human behavior that felt foreign.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK2Nm86T98g
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He moved through the crowd, letting the flow of bodies guide him. A woman argued with a fishmonger about prices. Two children darted between stalls playing some kind of game. An old man sat on a bench eating bread from a cloth-wrapped bundle.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0EATlg93Iq
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Then voices rose above the general market noise - clear and distinct despite the surrounding chatter.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJTLWxRB0Wp
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"—and the merchant swore it's a genuine relic! From an actual hero of the old wars!" The speaker's tone carried pure enthusiasm. "Can you imagine?"135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE3SW2b7F5F
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Cel's gaze tracked toward the sound.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡICvJW5a3Zs
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A young man with brown hair stood before a fabric merchant's stall, holding up a cloak. Well-tailored clothing marked him as nobility. The fabric practically glowed even in daylight. His whole posture radiated earnest excitement as he examined the crimson cloth with golden clasps.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHnn4QpCflK
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The young woman beside him wore elegant green that identified her as Life Clan. Her posture was perfect - back straight, shoulders set, every movement controlled and precise. Light green hair fell in a practical braid down her shoulder.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQqL1jJg3yC
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She looked... tired. Patient, but exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with physical fatigue.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQCJG0Cm1Ej
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"Theron." Her voice was quiet but firm. "That's what the last four merchants told you."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2wpHyAH9rQ
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Several nearby shoppers had noticed the nobles in their midst. Some stared openly. Others whispered to companions while glancing over. The fabric merchant himself looked simultaneously nervous and opportunistic - aware that nobles shopping in a commoner market was unusual, but not about to miss a potential sale.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsAmKLUN8nk
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The young man - Theron - barely seemed to notice the attention. "But this one seems different! The craftsmanship is—"135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmus8F9aYcB
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"Do you honestly believe," the woman interrupted, "that a genuine relic would be sold at a market stall?"135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA2z5khUSyE
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Theron paused. His expression shifted through several emotions - confusion, consideration, then reluctant acknowledgment. "I... suppose that would be unlikely."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAB4YVGF0bz
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"It would be impossible." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "If it were real, it would be in a noble house vault."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTlkiOsQel9
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The merchant's face fell slightly but he maintained his smile. Theron looked at the cloak again, then carefully returned it to the display.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBn9ruc7hnI
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"You're absolutely right," he said brightly. "A true hero wouldn't need relics to prove himself anyway! The heart matters, not—"135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡONhyEbJfvG
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Cel stopped listening and walked away.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp0kMEhxBmw
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None of his business. Two nobles shopping where they didn't belong. 135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQVbNXVpmAR
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He continued through the market until a shop selling books and parchment caught his eye at the square's edge. 135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXxcuUT8syK
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Cel pushed inside, grateful for the quieter atmosphere.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSiHxZ3Z3jf
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Shelves stretched toward the ceiling packed with bound volumes. The smell of leather, ink and old paper filled the space. A few customers browsed - a young woman reading the first pages of what looked like a romance, an older man examining what might have been a religious text.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSX5qROPtvz
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Cel moved along the shelves without touching anything. Titles he could read thanks to his basic education. Histories. Philosophical treatises. Collections of poetry. Technical manuals about everything from farming to architecture.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC1h9LXoGbg
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"Can I help you find something?"135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeEDrY8fA22
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The voice came from behind. Cel turned to find a middle-aged woman in a simple dress - probably the shop owner - watching him with polite interest.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgJGDcTloSU
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"Just looking."135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsK0i95tTZo
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She nodded and retreated to her counter, leaving him to browse.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLVUywuAi4v
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He stayed a few more minutes before the enclosed space began to feel confining. Too many shelves. Too many words pressing in from all sides. 135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8ouUcwTRfG
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Back on the street, his feet carried him onward. More shops. More faces. More normal life happening around him while he drifted through it like a ghost.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG0AVjhpgLN
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What was he even doing?135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡacuudtylnv
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He still didn't know what brought him joy. Watching strangers shop for cloaks wasn't it. Neither was browsing books he'd never read or staring at weapons he didn't need.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzmvHsHbgj7
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Maybe joy wasn't something he could find. Maybe—135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb1SGGA2gCT
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A symbol caught his eye.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCk9LsHcuyp
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Silver against dark stone. Carved into the wall of a building down the street.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXzrYTItJvD
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A crescent moon cradling a perfect circle, with star-like points radiating outward and wing-like curves at the base.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK6vzHAiLrA
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The Moon Goddess's mark.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW9LgbSXCye
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Cel stopped walking.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX61jZa5H9a
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The building was modest compared to some of the grand structures he'd passed - two stories of gray stone with narrow windows. But the mark was prominent, positioned above heavy wooden doors that stood partially open.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxzmsHSU1FB
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A church.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAVTAZUwlhf
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Understanding clicked into place.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8aZOFdxqfR
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The capital city. Seat of the Stellarion Empire. Neutral ground where no deity was worshipped above the others.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPoJwFNh3oo
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And because this was neutral ground, all seven deities had churches here. Even the Moon Goddess.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3yF4xjfWKF
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This might be the only church devoted to her on the entire continent.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkymYsuOh32
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His feet moved before he made a conscious decision.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8rMKkOF9Z6
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The wooden doors were old but well-maintained. Someone cared for this place even if few visited. Cel pushed through and stepped inside.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1FONo4moeO
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The interior was simple. Stone walls without elaborate decoration. Rows of wooden benches facing toward the far end where a raised platform held a single statue.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3cxhWH2lti
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The Moon Goddess's mark again - this time rendered in pale stone that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light filtering through high windows. It stood taller than a person, carved with such devotion that every detail was perfect.135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ251JFdTUsj
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The space was quiet. Empty except for—135Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG8oOWc8sHZ
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