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Chapter 51: The Calculus of Steel and Bone
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The high-pitched whine from Veyrik’s sensor spiraled upward, piercing the stagnant, metallic air of the plaza. Every set of amber goggles on the balconies turned toward us in synchronized, fluid motion.

I could feel the static electricity dancing across my skin, raising the hair on my arms. The Morning Star was no longer just a weapon; it felt like a living creature waking from a long, restless hibernation.

The sword pulsed with a rhythmic heat, matching the amber light of the observers above. I
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