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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2nEN9D8Xfg
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He stepped into the hallway and started walking. 119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHBpS4PWhst
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw9RRBz139a
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLNsKPV62iT
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The city spread before him.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtNe4ftgGMG
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOSDXJznA8J
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Now there was no destination. No goal. No one to follow. 119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjZvu0v1AZy
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ94LPgNldhz
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmcafIc0lsN
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Normal. All of it completely, impossibly normal.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ06rKoE4acx
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Cel moved along the street.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2hDKHd9rLq
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJuB0xBOSg7
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpYdoOZufU1
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He passed the flower cart and the vendor - an older woman with weathered hands - smiled at him.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7lXi8tvFuV
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"Morning, young master!"119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡobw2FrPoZ3
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Cel nodded once and kept walking.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWBkyYwIvMd
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Young master…119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡti32RyP4d6
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc2e8pwqv0s
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A Chosen.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhZpSrDYaO8
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUhtsXuMFs9
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The realization settled uneasily in his chest.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvIekNYAvVj
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyMas3K0ugp
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And eyes found him. 119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOKrhSKefXi
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Not everyone. Not constant staring. But enough that he noticed.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdRnpl64fui
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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. 119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLudszThnKk
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9NjbM1C6H2
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Without her, he stood out.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiXNa3KgUhz
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Cel's chest tightened. 119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2JwutMiUab
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He needed different clothing.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡae39rapz0d
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNvi0W2YZsB
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Perfect.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxFudSphZMr
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHvure7a20T
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ13yJsJ1mIX
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"How may I help you, young master?"119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOHvN4yEYtt
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There it was again. That assumption.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2SZuU2sY11
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"Clothes," Cel said. "Nothing formal. Just normal wear for the city."119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnAPzYkuVVN
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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..."119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoVBL8zcd2U
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxLcntctHkk
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"And a cloak," Cel added. "Something with a hood."119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXHvT0rnMdv
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQGtnPahBWS
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"Will you be wearing them now, or shall I wrap them?"119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbiJDu4ZEJK
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"Now."119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4iqp92o6FS
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeREXa8qAGA
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Cinderward dismissed at a thought, dissolving into nothing as it returned to wherever artifacts went when unsummoned. 119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRGGve7pNnv
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK7s7cmpnV0
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When he emerged, the shopkeeper nodded approvingly. "A good fit. Will there be anything else?"119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡotOuMi3fxR
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"No."119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9jMsbfCvEA
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWV4CFtcpwK
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"Thank you for your patronage, young master. May the gods watch over you."119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOxrCFu20xi
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Cel pulled the hood up as he stepped back onto the street.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0qgJrImPaG
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Better.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7di52NRo4V
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkbOBE7FvBi
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He could breathe easier.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL2m8BYGzaP
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxOLfVDryzc
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Cel drifted through it all without direction.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4JAKrmgn6T
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡks1UsFRcMG
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoKNPYWVNfO
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7MXOnSC9wB
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Normal human behavior that felt foreign.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkLKICrFFhl
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1VsF3BZopZ
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Then voices rose above the general market noise - clear and distinct despite the surrounding chatter.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNSUipNAYWm
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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?"119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ORjufhFKc
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Cel's gaze tracked toward the sound.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa6O7oFCUru
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6cnQvvjXx6
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvlhYqSCR79
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She looked... tired. Patient, but exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with physical fatigue.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTjSSLOQjeo
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"Theron." Her voice was quiet but firm. "That's what the last four merchants told you."119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnz5koP6X2m
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiGLSL3ZMdY
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The young man - Theron - barely seemed to notice the attention. "But this one seems different! The craftsmanship is—"119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgmWif8h5oV
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"Do you honestly believe," the woman interrupted, "that a genuine relic would be sold at a market stall?"119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQSaySm9tMf
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Theron paused. His expression shifted through several emotions - confusion, consideration, then reluctant acknowledgment. "I... suppose that would be unlikely."119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbJlz3UilXG
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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."119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDV51qlgVxF
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmdU8nz6MiR
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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—"119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc7Tg55kvRH
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Cel stopped listening and walked away.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC1RHHSPWZj
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None of his business. Two nobles shopping where they didn't belong. 119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQinBPTpmM0
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He continued through the market until a shop selling books and parchment caught his eye at the square's edge. 119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLDJ50BVrxq
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Cel pushed inside, grateful for the quieter atmosphere.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvzgLh5pCFy
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp6moxKRs2f
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFN13ehdhvf
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"Can I help you find something?"119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu0TW1BC99a
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFRF3aG6nyl
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"Just looking."119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ83KFTfpB67
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She nodded and retreated to her counter, leaving him to browse.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpqnU4CqYY8
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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. 119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGoKSk4rhP5
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXu7alJNSSx
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What was he even doing?119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3LBNGjbnrj
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPDNaUdk7Gl
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Maybe joy wasn't something he could find. Maybe—119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlldtHKvgz7
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A symbol caught his eye.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf16y1JwevR
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Silver against dark stone. Carved into the wall of a building down the street.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKtVQ9gqsyP
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A crescent moon cradling a perfect circle, with star-like points radiating outward and wing-like curves at the base.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFtd1QElnSz
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The Moon Goddess's mark.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCBOSWKI4EJ
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Cel stopped walking.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTij2t3bHss
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡISb3l7QUn1
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A church.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfnwodlIqxx
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Understanding clicked into place.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcUo9H5vCm3
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The capital city. Seat of the Stellarion Empire. Neutral ground where no deity was worshipped above the others.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7MG7Ug5LAD
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And because this was neutral ground, all seven deities had churches here. Even the Moon Goddess.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYy41sHmx54
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This might be the only church devoted to her on the entire continent.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0CGEOV0gEZ
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His feet moved before he made a conscious decision.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGORCdJJ2FK
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNCTZDkY2Gh
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN4Qbqp3P14
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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.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiVYFuSXllE
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The space was quiet. Empty except for—119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWIEckyaNtd
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Except for the single figure kneeling before the statue.119Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡInUSYd82Ss
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