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... never ceased churning. Smoke coated the sky like a second skin.
This was where the Empire forgot its dead.
And Kiro walked among them.
He moved without a cloak, without armor—his body marked by glowing sigils, the Voidbrand pulsing faintly on his shoulder. Survivors—those too broken to resist, too afraid to speak—watched him pass with sunken eyes.
He stopped before a group of workers as they loaded grav-carts with scraps pulled from a collapsed fuel tunnel. One b ...
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