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The last light slid off the Overlord’s horn. The filigree caught it and sent it outward in a slow, generous shimmer. In the shimmer were the echoes of trade routes, of old promises, of laws kept with a human hand. They were not perfect, and they never would be. But Mara understood then that perfection had never been the point.
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The last light slid off the Overlord’s horn. The filigree caught it and sent it outward in a slow, generous shimmer. In the shimmer were the echoes of trade routes, of old promises, of laws kept with a human hand. They were not perfect, and they never would be. But Mara understood then that perfection had never been the point. The voice in her mind smelled of iron and spring light