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A restless wind sighed through the Southern Air Temple's fractured arches, a ghost searching for its place. Aang sat perched on a slant of collapsed balcony, high above courtyards swallowed by silence. The peace here had weight. His gaze held nothing, the air around him shifting in quiet response. The city below demanded endless answers; these ancient stones asked none. *The last of them.* The thought settled like a stone in his chest. He drew a slow breath, then shaped the breeze with a turn of his wrist, finding a fragile solace in its obedience. People in Republic City looked at him as if saving the world was a simple act. It never was. He lowered his eyes. Steady hands, but a heart full of doubt. Behind him, footsteps—a warmth he knew, a rhythm that was deliberate. He didn't turn. T…