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Chapter 75: The City Without Yesterday
Author: Grep-pens
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Fred – Glyphs Active: Witness, Grace, Anchor

Ivy – Spiral Relay Offline (Distance Limitation)

Emily – Remote Tracker Calibration at 65%

Aura – Psychic Field: Restricted

Mission: Project Emberwalk – Phase One Sector: Outer City of Thaleen The Flame Gate hissed open. Fred stood blinking into sunlight, not the illusion-flames of the Archive, but real sky, real heat. Dust blew over a broken road. Old signs hung half-erased: “Welcome to Thaleen – Home of Progress.”

Behind him, Aura adjusted her cloak. “This doesn’t feel like home,” she said.

Fred nodded. “It’s not. But it was.”

Thaleen used to be the capital of memory arts where flamebearers learned their calling. Now it was cold. Not in temperature, but in spirit, People moved without looking at each other, No one laughed, No music.

Just hollow commerce and blank stares, Fred asked a vendor about the local museum, The woman blinked slowly. “What’s a museum?”

Aura sensed it quickly. “Their emotions are… shallow. Filtered. Like someo
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