Chapter 72
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​The year was Year 11. The "Standard Pitch" had deepened into the "Absolute Pitch," and with it came a strange, quiet side effect: people stopped rushing. The frantic desire to "produce" that had characterized the early years of the recovery was replaced by a slow, methodical grace.

​"We aren't afraid of the end anymore, Elara," Aris said, sitting in the sun-drenched courtyard of the Grand Archive. She was elderly now, her skin like fine, translucent vellum, but her eyes were clearer than ever.
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