The hallway was empty when Cel stepped out of his room. Early enough that most students were still sleeping, late enough that morning light filtered through tall windows and painted the wooden floors gold.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkvjhPS7tL3
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He stepped into the hallway and started walking. 91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4Sfkug78yo
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The dormitory corridors eventually gave way to the main building's wider passages, and he found himself at the Academy's front entrance - massive oak doors carved with marks of the seven deities.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdMTUMsL7KH
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Cel walked through and past the iron gates. The guards who'd straightened so sharply for Esrin yesterday barely glanced at him now - just another student leaving the grounds.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7QyziEYqFI
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The city spread before him.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTszhcQrQjD
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He'd walked these streets with Esrin, taking in the shops, the crowds, the constant flow of normal life. But there had been direction then. A destination. Following her steady pace through streets that parted for a Hallowed.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt9K0nh8LnZ
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Now there was no destination. No goal. No one to follow. 91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1AovBYLJWh
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The street stretched wide and level. Cobblestones fitted together in patterns that would've taken months to lay. Buildings rose on either side - stone and timber construction, three and four stories tall, with shop fronts on the ground level and living quarters above.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCXpaO1u9Y5
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People were already out. A woman swept the steps of what looked like a bakery, the smell of fresh bread drifting across the street. Two men carried a heavy crate between them, grunting with effort as they maneuvered it through a narrow doorway. A child ran past chasing a leather ball, laughter trailing behind.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJrNGrqlc0A
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Normal. All of it completely, impossibly normal.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkJKcIKaygk
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Cel moved along the street.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFWHfsyN2rU
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His armored boots clicked against cobblestones. The sound felt too loud. Too present. In the Ashlands, his footsteps had been nothing but soft crunching through ash. Every other sound had been a potential threat, something to track or hide from. Here the sound just... existed. Meant nothing. Threatened nothing.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuamqD7hJ8C
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The morning air carried a dozen scents. Bread, yes, but also horse manure from somewhere nearby. Woodsmoke from breakfast fires. Something sweet and floral from a cart selling flowers at the corner.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6pAWpUfnfK
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He passed the flower cart and the vendor - an older woman with weathered hands - smiled at him.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf51MkQm0VK
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"Morning, young master!"91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡImkT6Aw0GX
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Cel nodded once and kept walking.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYgqVtPd4Ym
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Young master…91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8VMlGTH1pr
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He glanced down at himself. Cinderward covered him in practical brown and gray - simple by artifact standards, but still unmistakably an artifact. Anyone who looked would know immediately what he was.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGV6TAM0cI0
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A Chosen.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfNVjWWMcPH
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And his snow white hair didn't help. It marked him as clearly as the armor - unnatural, distinctive, impossible to miss.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeeQKDSDzQw
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The realization settled uneasily in his chest.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPiwviRlsgy
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More people appeared as he descended further into the city. The street widened into a broader avenue lined with shops. Merchants were opening shutters and arranging displays. Customers browsed early selections. Conversations hummed in the air - dozens of voices blending together into a constant murmur.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi6MSNVfxuS
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And eyes found him. 91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡROG556F3rB
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Not everyone. Not constant staring. But enough that he noticed.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy0wIb2Omwr
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A merchant glanced up from arranging pottery and held his gaze a moment too long. Two women walking together turned their heads as he passed, whispering something he couldn't hear. A group of young men near a tavern entrance went quiet when he approached, resuming their conversation only after he'd moved on. 91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmXYRzJnVH0
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Yesterday, with Esrin, all eyes had been on her. The famous Hallowed commanded attention simply by existing. He'd been background noise in her presence - forgettable, invisible.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5RLsRyO6kZ
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Without her, he stood out.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5vipbJ9H4e
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Cel's chest tightened. 91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMPfCZ0oipl
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He needed different clothing.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5fH4wYMbx0
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A shop ahead had fabric bolts displayed in the window - simple woolens and linens in earth tones. No fine silks or elaborate patterns. The kind of place that served commoners and lower merchants.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYksLbVrv9f
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Perfect.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡypfwjs7ljT
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The door opened with a soft chime. Inside, the space was narrow but deep, with shelves lining both walls holding folded garments and stacked fabric. An elderly man stood behind a counter at the back, squinting at a ledger.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeZuIjWIxjA
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He looked up when Cel entered. His gaze dropped to the armor, lingered a moment, then rose back to Cel's face.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZoKEETTbyb
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"How may I help you, young master?"91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqjxzheP4JW
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There it was again. That assumption.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvVGoxhbTfl
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"Clothes," Cel said. "Nothing formal. Just normal wear for the city."91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9B97aaEHTz
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The shopkeeper studied him a moment - assessing size and build with an experienced eye. "Of course. Simple tunic and trousers? We have several styles..."91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUVl92zyLEd
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He moved along the shelves, pulling items and laying them on the counter. Brown linen tunic. Dark gray trousers. A simple belt. All well-made but unremarkable.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOin8x5IFeN
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"And a cloak," Cel added. "Something with a hood."91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡez2gEm1N5K
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The man nodded and retrieved a dark brown traveling cloak from a peg. The fabric was thick enough to ward off rain but not so heavy it would be uncomfortable in warm weather.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPAUsQFyjdp
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"Will you be wearing them now, or shall I wrap them?"91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWBMfOpp75e
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"Now."91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW3hVtfyvR9
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The shopkeeper gestured toward a small changing area curtained off in the corner. Cel took the bundle and stepped behind the fabric.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7g23jZDaPL
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Cinderward dismissed at a thought, dissolving into nothing as it returned to wherever artifacts went when unsummoned. 91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHUrQx70Cfz
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He pulled on the new clothes. The linen tunic was rougher than Cinderward's smooth fabric but not uncomfortable. The trousers fit well enough. The belt cinched everything in place.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg7vQAIRFnx
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When he emerged, the shopkeeper nodded approvingly. "A good fit. Will there be anything else?"91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiu1AmeFEvI
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"No."91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡre3mdG1vzD
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Cel pulled coins from the pouch he had received and counted out the price the man named. The shopkeeper accepted the payment with a small bow.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5hhgdEBNRj
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"Thank you for your patronage, young master. May the gods watch over you."91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP9QNmn9n2l
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Cel pulled the hood up as he stepped back onto the street.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡatOyyTTjum
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Better.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXUda9DNDIl
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The attention didn't disappear completely - a hooded figure still drew some notice - but the weight of eyes lessened. People glanced and looked away. Normal wariness of a stranger rather than recognition of a Chosen.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeoW2ugsYqr
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He could breathe easier.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLxDieAYWnP
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The street continued downward, opening into what looked like a market square. Stalls clustered around a central fountain where water bubbled over carved stone. Vendors called out their wares - fresh fish, vegetables, leather goods, tools, trinkets.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZeYfUy3xQU
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Cel drifted through it all without direction.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS0zFXsPhzU
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A weapons stall caught his eye briefly. Well-made steel displayed on cloth - daggers, short swords, a few longer blades. Nothing compared to Silent Moon, but quality work. The merchant noticed his interest and started to approach, but Cel moved on before the man could speak.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBT8NedWPOI
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Food stalls next. Roasted meat on skewers sending up fragrant smoke. Pastries glazed with honey. Some kind of soup being ladled into wooden bowls for customers who ate standing at rough tables.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoAnV0tncZH
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His stomach didn't react. He'd eaten the dried meat from the Hollow Realms recently enough that hunger hadn't returned yet. But he watched the people - how they ordered, how they paid, how they ate while talking with friends or standing alone.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡirTIBouJgA
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Normal human behavior that felt foreign.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYVF8MWZnTm
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He moved through the crowd, letting the flow of bodies guide him. A woman argued with a fishmonger about prices. Two children darted between stalls playing some kind of game. An old man sat on a bench eating bread from a cloth-wrapped bundle.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM2HxzDHmY9
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Then voices rose above the general market noise - clear and distinct despite the surrounding chatter.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGC9m7m7sw0
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"—and the merchant swore it's a genuine relic! From an actual hero of the old wars!" The speaker's tone carried pure enthusiasm. "Can you imagine?"91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSg5dtvWjUI
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Cel's gaze tracked toward the sound.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5ikdoqYn1r
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A young man with brown hair stood before a fabric merchant's stall, holding up a cloak. Well-tailored clothing marked him as nobility. The fabric practically glowed even in daylight. His whole posture radiated earnest excitement as he examined the crimson cloth with golden clasps.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk0bZESICI6
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The young woman beside him wore elegant green that identified her as Life Clan. Her posture was perfect - back straight, shoulders set, every movement controlled and precise. Light green hair fell in a practical braid down her shoulder.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx7Sj9FsQUh
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She looked... tired. Patient, but exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with physical fatigue.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTfCOomUXEy
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"Theron." Her voice was quiet but firm. "That's what the last four merchants told you."91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCXmqQPiidc
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Several nearby shoppers had noticed the nobles in their midst. Some stared openly. Others whispered to companions while glancing over. The fabric merchant himself looked simultaneously nervous and opportunistic - aware that nobles shopping in a commoner market was unusual, but not about to miss a potential sale.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaZ5B6YKLOO
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The young man - Theron - barely seemed to notice the attention. "But this one seems different! The craftsmanship is—"91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT0dXX5ooGm
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"Do you honestly believe," the woman interrupted, "that a genuine relic would be sold at a market stall?"91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9FJEZPIkEa
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Theron paused. His expression shifted through several emotions - confusion, consideration, then reluctant acknowledgment. "I... suppose that would be unlikely."91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYmkOo76oWp
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"It would be impossible." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "If it were real, it would be in a noble house vault."91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡudrdGHCljj
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The merchant's face fell slightly but he maintained his smile. Theron looked at the cloak again, then carefully returned it to the display.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2R9NwjCpvw
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"You're absolutely right," he said brightly. "A true hero wouldn't need relics to prove himself anyway! The heart matters, not—"91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvGIqRVgbI2
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Cel stopped listening and walked away.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtLvhFToTCv
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None of his business. Two nobles shopping where they didn't belong. 91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAc2xtCJITy
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He continued through the market until a shop selling books and parchment caught his eye at the square's edge. 91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgGBs2fogHg
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Cel pushed inside, grateful for the quieter atmosphere.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrxdwjEVFkW
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Shelves stretched toward the ceiling packed with bound volumes. The smell of leather, ink and old paper filled the space. A few customers browsed - a young woman reading the first pages of what looked like a romance, an older man examining what might have been a religious text.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDZ9saqmrRy
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Cel moved along the shelves without touching anything. Titles he could read thanks to his basic education. Histories. Philosophical treatises. Collections of poetry. Technical manuals about everything from farming to architecture.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8F1iM4rdbw
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"Can I help you find something?"91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh3dDIQkMc9
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The voice came from behind. Cel turned to find a middle-aged woman in a simple dress - probably the shop owner - watching him with polite interest.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9pUhWHQtho
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"Just looking."91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0AeY5DtNp1
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She nodded and retreated to her counter, leaving him to browse.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqqjmF5eGvo
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He stayed a few more minutes before the enclosed space began to feel confining. Too many shelves. Too many words pressing in from all sides. 91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbtUNnGQKdy
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Back on the street, his feet carried him onward. More shops. More faces. More normal life happening around him while he drifted through it like a ghost.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ31M4aNC2Ua
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What was he even doing?91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8sOh1mM9Wo
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He still didn't know what brought him joy. Watching strangers shop for cloaks wasn't it. Neither was browsing books he'd never read or staring at weapons he didn't need.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXeDikDByA2
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Maybe joy wasn't something he could find. Maybe—91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbi2MZKKQuo
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A symbol caught his eye.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTaq8oQA4fB
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Silver against dark stone. Carved into the wall of a building down the street.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKbE5U515Zj
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A crescent moon cradling a perfect circle, with star-like points radiating outward and wing-like curves at the base.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCi0cZvI5hO
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The Moon Goddess's mark.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMfwattRoSu
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Cel stopped walking.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvM7i7OJMga
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The building was modest compared to some of the grand structures he'd passed - two stories of gray stone with narrow windows. But the mark was prominent, positioned above heavy wooden doors that stood partially open.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj8fcfpLWl2
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A church.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFmM2WNlIhh
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Understanding clicked into place.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWYygdzMYLP
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The capital city. Seat of the Stellarion Empire. Neutral ground where no deity was worshipped above the others.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9rvEKfsAe7
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And because this was neutral ground, all seven deities had churches here. Even the Moon Goddess.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuU3ozXxi9w
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This might be the only church devoted to her on the entire continent.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5DIKM60h8C
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His feet moved before he made a conscious decision.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeBIlKe9zcI
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The wooden doors were old but well-maintained. Someone cared for this place even if few visited. Cel pushed through and stepped inside.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKv5kyWVkM9
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The interior was simple. Stone walls without elaborate decoration. Rows of wooden benches facing toward the far end where a raised platform held a single statue.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr5hFItMGSm
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The Moon Goddess's mark again - this time rendered in pale stone that seemed to glow faintly in the dim light filtering through high windows. It stood taller than a person, carved with such devotion that every detail was perfect.91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡir7aQHE4Qz
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The space was quiet. Empty except for—91Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMPCrog73p8
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