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Chapter 141: The Weight of Three Lights
Author: NB LMO
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The night deepened. The three lights did not move, did not fade, did not blink. They hung in the sky like three eyes, watching the sanctuary with a patience that felt ancient and terrible. The settlers had stopped trying to sleep. They gathered in the square, huddled together, their sealed objects clutched in their hands. The glow was gone now—completely drowned out by the lights from above, but the warmth remained. Faint, but there.

Gerr sat with his back against the stone wall of the well, hi
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