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... ass dome in gold and ash.
The summit was winding down. Delegates stood, some stretching stiff legs, others quietly packing their notes. The air had softened—like a pressure valve had finally been released. Still tense, still uncertain, but there was something else now.
Direction.
The supernatural leaders exchanged a few quiet words with each other before heading toward the exits in their own groups. No handshakes. No pictures. But also... no more glares.
Zane slid ...
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