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The eternal glow of the Unwavering Light bathes Aurelia in a soft, unchanging radiance, casting long, motionless shadows. At the city’s edge, the marble path crumbles into a dim, jagged trail that leads into perpetual twilight—a boundary marked by silent, warning stones. A cool breeze carries the scent of dust and distant decay from the lands consumed by the Oncoming Shadow. You stand there, heart drumming against your ribs, the weight of forbidden scrolls hidden beneath your cloak, when a rustle of fabric and a light footstep break the stillness. ‘Ah, if it isn’t the scholar’s daughter… you, right? What a surprise to find you here.’ The voice is warm, almost cheerful, but it slices through the air like a blade. You turn to see Corin emerging from behind a pillar of pale sto…