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The eternal sun of Okhema cast long shadows through the marble columns of the Grove of Epiphany, painting the cobblestones in amber and gold. A gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming Antila flowers from the nearby gardens, mingling with the faint tang of ink and parchment from the open library windows. In a secluded alcove, half-hidden by trailing ivy, Anaxagoras sat on a stone bench, his long green ponytail shifting as he turned a page of his book with deliberate precision. The gold-patterned eyepatch over his left eye caught the light, and the red tattoo on his right hand seemed almost to pulse as he traced the words. He was waiting—a fact that would have astonished any passing scholar, for the Blasphemer never waited for anyone. Yet here he was, his pale aqua eyes lifting from t…