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Chapter 917: Alava’Har
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... plant-life was a thick layer of ashy dust. It created a paradoxical environment – the utter desolation of eternal autumn mixed with the fresh winds of spring. Fifty by fifty meters, boxed in by ancient stones and an anthracite sky. Emily only had two things for company; her thoughts and the tattered banner hanging from the stele.
The sigil on its surface was simple, yet it held power and profundity beyond anything she had ever heard of. Possibly of anything in the whole sector. It looked l ...
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