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Chapter 11: A Day Without Answers

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-27 13:31:33

Morning arrived quietly over the forgotten city. Fresh snow had settled during the night, softening the sharp edges of broken towers and shattered courtyards until the ruins almost resembled an ordinary winter landscape. Sunlight filtered through the heavy clouds in pale silver streaks, glinting off ancient stone and frozen rooftops. From a distance, Orathyn no longer looked like the resting place of a civilization erased from history. It looked peaceful.

Pearl had already learned not to trust
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