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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe29CLgiyGk
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He stepped into the hallway and started walking. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxoZq8hqwSx
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmBJf8nyAEg
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh9EOvHHAE5
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The city spread before him.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYbuDLyVftB
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1RNx0GPhil
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Now there was no destination. No goal. No one to follow. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjqaDfb6KN8
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuG2kklXpsD
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDXAy8qhIa4
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Normal. All of it completely, impossibly normal.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHmAcgvOa99
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Cel moved along the street.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRovc4uo1Lc
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡezw3liIck5
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZAWPc4Kkd1
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He passed the flower cart and the vendor - an older woman with weathered hands - smiled at him.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHngy1WayiD
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"Morning, young master!"89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡORzAlORrEe
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Cel nodded once and kept walking.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEedhD40lk1
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Young master…89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgwmTMJL67P
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡakIb6H9Ws4
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A Chosen.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8s2Tzb9Z11
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEwvXkMIXP5
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The realization settled uneasily in his chest.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcLfgdIRFZM
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg0NJQaIvQZ
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And eyes found him. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2LLfGmTzJV
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Not everyone. Not constant staring. But enough that he noticed.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ00UNpmH9ZY
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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. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrWp8x4aAJm
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnHxKl9yAg7
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Without her, he stood out.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOhLtT1gpUt
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Cel's chest tightened. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWzixf0GwHx
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He needed different clothing.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyAMMtL9b3n
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡImZrbtpPrD
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Perfect.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs8S2lNKqcQ
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWVBGmX6mu9
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpEfrjA39VI
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"How may I help you, young master?"89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCH6ZM6yHUm
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There it was again. That assumption.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAhLo4i7VQp
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"Clothes," Cel said. "Nothing formal. Just normal wear for the city."89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDAvI4sp8Gt
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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..."89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT0hWF1FO5b
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7pDWVWAPT6
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"And a cloak," Cel added. "Something with a hood."89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ30fHMNMN6E
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxjwIBtm5ql
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"Will you be wearing them now, or shall I wrap them?"89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVvjttZwgoB
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"Now."89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI7fsZGOuli
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡexeMl6c3Zl
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Cinderward dismissed at a thought, dissolving into nothing as it returned to wherever artifacts went when unsummoned. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPyrR2YLGQz
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWjqAGllUWA
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When he emerged, the shopkeeper nodded approvingly. "A good fit. Will there be anything else?"89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ0UIldu2Rw
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"No."89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡURLgL1ziEi
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPmQnEfkcEE
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"Thank you for your patronage, young master. May the gods watch over you."89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Dgn0eCQsr
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Cel pulled the hood up as he stepped back onto the street.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoIIGwboozg
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Better.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqk8Um7ydxg
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjRKbA90id2
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He could breathe easier.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKz7LRQpRDE
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdd8x9xX8sH
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Cel drifted through it all without direction.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPGhV5FvnkV
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEsS07FS3Fg
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcKDD1oeaPM
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCMDMRBIHE8
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Normal human behavior that felt foreign.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbmq06OVpGT
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXTVxXFrxKd
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Then voices rose above the general market noise - clear and distinct despite the surrounding chatter.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp4eBty4bLy
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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?"89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw4Lm81AlhQ
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Cel's gaze tracked toward the sound.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcd9WPOSif2
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRxbc4lgFDs
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD5XoHyF2SL
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She looked... tired. Patient, but exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with physical fatigue.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfReARwr3fa
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"Theron." Her voice was quiet but firm. "That's what the last four merchants told you."89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv1htbezWtt
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNYowZpoVU7
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The young man - Theron - barely seemed to notice the attention. "But this one seems different! The craftsmanship is—"89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDKabw6LcVs
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"Do you honestly believe," the woman interrupted, "that a genuine relic would be sold at a market stall?"89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIop6AT2kf8
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Theron paused. His expression shifted through several emotions - confusion, consideration, then reluctant acknowledgment. "I... suppose that would be unlikely."89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Dwpz58Jax
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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."89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlM7Pc73s4P
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJzVLMQUbm1
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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—"89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTIvGD80Zzc
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Cel stopped listening and walked away.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDU5TpjhS4F
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None of his business. Two nobles shopping where they didn't belong. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs2GaCJ2iXY
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He continued through the market until a shop selling books and parchment caught his eye at the square's edge. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdkYsuOZvbm
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Cel pushed inside, grateful for the quieter atmosphere.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjr1pU9XkSK
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqoRzjeOxDI
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt0xXnMy4Bv
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"Can I help you find something?"89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF4admggkeg
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1xojP57OQJ
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"Just looking."89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnqmi6qdKwe
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She nodded and retreated to her counter, leaving him to browse.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ91lWW9h6ze
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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. 89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn9Jl4Xdpfj
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYkmuHARqhw
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What was he even doing?89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEKX7Rp0ZW2
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuBO3rztUwA
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Maybe joy wasn't something he could find. Maybe—89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTul1Rzuz3g
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A symbol caught his eye.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVlW3aEGKuj
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Silver against dark stone. Carved into the wall of a building down the street.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcUEkfrvIdh
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A crescent moon cradling a perfect circle, with star-like points radiating outward and wing-like curves at the base.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyP7pjmXgrz
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The Moon Goddess's mark.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPExW5UmH3x
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Cel stopped walking.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyUlwaX5jha
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxdgJYVcRT3
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A church.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFfKze6R9Yv
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Understanding clicked into place.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgsub1YnTXG
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The capital city. Seat of the Stellarion Empire. Neutral ground where no deity was worshipped above the others.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW3xu7DDWkV
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And because this was neutral ground, all seven deities had churches here. Even the Moon Goddess.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR5SGtunTOx
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This might be the only church devoted to her on the entire continent.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9mgODwPKva
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His feet moved before he made a conscious decision.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Sm3WyfzXt
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6nNPX8xfi2
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmIJUPwmt0z
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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.89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgyjteh0Kkm
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The space was quiet. Empty except for—89Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFbmnNP9RZL
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