The Kingdom Unseen - Rowell, Dove
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The city smells of smoke and wet stone. The rain from last night has soaked the streets, leaving puddles that reflect fractured sunlight like shards of broken mirrors. I step carefully over a fallen beam, boots slipping slightly on slick metal, and feel the weight of the silence pressing against my ears. It's a quiet that isn't peaceful-it's the kind of quiet that signals danger is hiding somewhere, just out of sight. Lyra walks beside me, her hand brushing against mine, small but steady. I don't need her to speak; I can feel her tension as sharply as my own. Every shadow seems to twist, every…mehr

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The city smells of smoke and wet stone. The rain from last night has soaked the streets, leaving puddles that reflect fractured sunlight like shards of broken mirrors. I step carefully over a fallen beam, boots slipping slightly on slick metal, and feel the weight of the silence pressing against my ears. It's a quiet that isn't peaceful-it's the kind of quiet that signals danger is hiding somewhere, just out of sight. Lyra walks beside me, her hand brushing against mine, small but steady. I don't need her to speak; I can feel her tension as sharply as my own. Every shadow seems to twist, every alley feels like it could hold someone-or something-watching us. And maybe it does. Elias moves ahead, scanning the broken city with eyes that are both haunted and calculating. He pauses at the shattered remains of a fountain, its bronze statue slumped and twisted, arm reaching skyward as though it had prayed and been ignored. "The Dominion's gone," he murmurs, almost to himself.