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Chapter 52: The Cathedral
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2026-06-03 14:00:23The wooden stairs creaked under Lady Escuridade’s boots as she ascended to the watchtower’s platform. The morning sun cast long shadows across the stone walls, and she could hear the distant sounds of their army forming ranks below. Amelia stood near the railing; spyglass pressed to her eye as she scanned the city and the surrounding landscape. “Morning,” Amelia said without turning, her voice carrying a note of nervous energy, not just because of the upcoming battle,
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