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Chapter 32: Aelith’s Gambit
Author: Kenita
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The platform at the Hanging Sky smelled faintly of burnt ozone and leftover panic.

Eryndor Silvaris was currently sprawled across the metal grating like a discarded coat, staring up at the newly stabilized canopy of starlight with a look of profound, soul-deep grievance. His right arm was still radiating a faint, residual golden warmth beneath his sleeve, and his left boot was making a slow, rhythmic squelching noise every time he shifted his weight.

"If anyone suggests we climb another tower,
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