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... ugh the city still shimmered faintly with the leftover warmth clinging to the pavement.
Just a little while ago, Vyan had stepped out of the towering building—twenty stories of solid regret—and immediately muttered a string of curses under his breath.
"Who in their right mind makes a building with that many damn stairs…?" he had hissed, wiping the sweat from his brow. His legs were aching. His lungs weren't pleased. And his pride? That was currently gnawing a hole in his ego.
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