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... dome of the palace glowed beneath him, and the world just... stretched all around him. Wide. Endless.
The view wasn't just pretty—it was ancient.
Every stone here had a story, and none of them were short.
Not so far away from him, the palace's minarets reached into the heavens, casting long shadows over the city way below.
Here, there was no desert stretching out, no rolling ocean of copper; this was the heart of Markaz, the Holy Kingdom, the Holy City itself, th ...
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