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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqhsN7tJ96S
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He stepped into the hallway and started walking. 70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCMZDpr57eG
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBuQGe9WAk2
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZvS1uUSlCe
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The city spread before him.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfm1ypmhojb
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZOIUxcQKyn
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Now there was no destination. No goal. No one to follow. 70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Bc7LO8ax3
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqqM3BaibY1
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ98Un0I91gC
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Normal. All of it completely, impossibly normal.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSynt060L5N
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Cel moved along the street.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGtJeft5nuZ
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaPdtsTS9RM
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6C2fQyN1Ef
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He passed the flower cart and the vendor - an older woman with weathered hands - smiled at him.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy84skxIjwp
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"Morning, young master!"70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS3nu70nXjZ
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Cel nodded once and kept walking.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWwXT7uoCKs
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Young master…70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5F7qpiPUNc
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOlC7xsg5vK
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A Chosen.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzUNoMiZT1E
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVXi2nS8kde
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The realization settled uneasily in his chest.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwJbRVoRvTi
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7rVWCUqANC
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And eyes found him. 70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZnMCB5rj9t
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Not everyone. Not constant staring. But enough that he noticed.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUCd0hpDUp5
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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. 70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwe8KhgiTvK
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLruEMl3nmJ
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Without her, he stood out.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPXmatJV9WG
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Cel's chest tightened. 70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRMdbRjnd70
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He needed different clothing.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMPsaK4kNZ7
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡokC5rxovtk
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Perfect.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMS5IdP30Yb
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrp9fEsev6t
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGOHzSCwCzQ
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"How may I help you, young master?"70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUS46tHe1pX
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There it was again. That assumption.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXm3u3cTMMd
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"Clothes," Cel said. "Nothing formal. Just normal wear for the city."70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgaQGsd9XAm
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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..."70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO2Dby4Yu36
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf10ew7TsBi
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"And a cloak," Cel added. "Something with a hood."70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpvrZdCw9WK
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwliMEWuDZc
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"Will you be wearing them now, or shall I wrap them?"70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS3MrLdR2rY
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"Now."70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfcqoaKdXcP
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0nyU9rDxYy
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Cinderward dismissed at a thought, dissolving into nothing as it returned to wherever artifacts went when unsummoned. 70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT4P61TChlc
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVs01B8556j
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When he emerged, the shopkeeper nodded approvingly. "A good fit. Will there be anything else?"70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8i013xNdux
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"No."70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Gpj4b7DFg
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4vZ4abKqP9
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"Thank you for your patronage, young master. May the gods watch over you."70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8WbAEJntdE
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Cel pulled the hood up as he stepped back onto the street.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ66GKF1bZId
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Better.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpB4ZUS8cWi
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbKdIwgHRp5
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He could breathe easier.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEvWCtn7CgF
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmGT0GC1uu5
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Cel drifted through it all without direction.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ36JgeQLTSP
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQalyu3m9xZ
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFZVu6rFG3d
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjXkQ6o3H1x
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Normal human behavior that felt foreign.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡatCmZUxUip
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUz9fMj1x6n
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Then voices rose above the general market noise - clear and distinct despite the surrounding chatter.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8zY226vyfR
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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?"70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCFk6WfRvrY
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Cel's gaze tracked toward the sound.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw1hiCAhDCF
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjEjF6rkneo
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA0AiLfsrnN
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She looked... tired. Patient, but exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with physical fatigue.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxVB1bUFGz9
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"Theron." Her voice was quiet but firm. "That's what the last four merchants told you."70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLp7B4GBEwr
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQdGy5aWqEc
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The young man - Theron - barely seemed to notice the attention. "But this one seems different! The craftsmanship is—"70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRbN13oUHvW
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"Do you honestly believe," the woman interrupted, "that a genuine relic would be sold at a market stall?"70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZFEUU0taUj
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Theron paused. His expression shifted through several emotions - confusion, consideration, then reluctant acknowledgment. "I... suppose that would be unlikely."70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCVXKorRDuA
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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."70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡglPQqxepIx
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Dns8bZdkB
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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—"70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwH3gKUnpyI
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Cel stopped listening and walked away.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvR96Dpumyp
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None of his business. Two nobles shopping where they didn't belong. 70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxlstYUtoRq
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He continued through the market until a shop selling books and parchment caught his eye at the square's edge. 70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUFWdBuT3VF
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Cel pushed inside, grateful for the quieter atmosphere.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa9a0ZYnRYu
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5mWeUPetAy
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmT23fycVqO
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"Can I help you find something?"70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ166aFaEHVu
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwS7zRsTrat
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"Just looking."70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTu8dOrX0Sc
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She nodded and retreated to her counter, leaving him to browse.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡprkOoBeXKP
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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. 70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqPQmVRwBas
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQyXujRVenT
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What was he even doing?70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNL8ae6rlsa
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡScPYz9KotR
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Maybe joy wasn't something he could find. Maybe—70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdkEwdvXthA
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A symbol caught his eye.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgKroGg3Qty
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Silver against dark stone. Carved into the wall of a building down the street.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkPbe4oRBsg
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A crescent moon cradling a perfect circle, with star-like points radiating outward and wing-like curves at the base.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiDqREtrrLE
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The Moon Goddess's mark.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVZUbAIN8Nn
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Cel stopped walking.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpsrH2fQxbs
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6mCtGYrMkE
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A church.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjVS3uvIBGH
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Understanding clicked into place.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ1oVUqdiG6
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The capital city. Seat of the Stellarion Empire. Neutral ground where no deity was worshipped above the others.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqbllTcwxMZ
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And because this was neutral ground, all seven deities had churches here. Even the Moon Goddess.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb8qeHK9ctX
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This might be the only church devoted to her on the entire continent.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1jVVirIxtm
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His feet moved before he made a conscious decision.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaf4vNQUpsq
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtiwxoY3usX
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpyhMAyFcs2
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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.70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7At1PjeoKZ
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The space was quiet. Empty except for—70Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl3AEZqHbXg
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