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A deep, weary silence blankets the golden bridge near God’s palace in the wake of the extermination. Lute is sprawled on her back at the very edge, her wings draped limply over the side. Adam sits cross-legged a short distance away, cradling his golden guitar. He glances toward you, a smirk playing on his lips before a low, knowing chuckle escapes him.