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The library smelled of aged diploma and dust, a sanctuary for forgotten knowledge. Professor Nazir saluted them with a sick smile, his eyes sharp beneath thick brows. â Layla, â he said, â Youâve brought commodity extraordinary. â
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The sun dipped low as Layla and Omar stood at the edge of the remains, watching the desert stretch endlessly before them. The black tablet, now dormant, rested against Laylaâs casket, warm like a twinkle. â Weâve fulfilled the vaticination, â Omar muttered. â So why does it feel like commodityâs just begun? â Layla glanced at him, eyes distant. â Because it has. I saw commodity in the light â just before the Guardian dissolved. â
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Snow kept falling and silence descended upon the camp. The flames of the fire had been killed by the wind; there was only the red light of the shards in Elaraâs satchel, however. No one spoke. The last words of the shadow man were still ringing in their ears:
âOne more piece⊠and the flame awakensâ.
Sukanya, finally breaking the silence, was speaking in a low, edged voice. âWhat in all the broken worlds was that?
âA warning,â Kael said grimly. âOr a threat.â
âCouldâve fooled me,â Riven muttered. âIt appeared to be making a prophecyâ.
Elara lowered herself onto the chair slowly and her mind was in a state of great confusion. It was not like the guardian in the temple. It was not here trying us. It knew what we were doing â and it does not want us to succeedâ.
Riven looked into the darkness behind the camp. âGreat. Therefore, weâve got enemies who want us to collect the shards and those who donât. Love the clarity.â
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The sun scorched the plains of southern Iraq, casting wavering heat across the dig point. Dr. Layla Haddad knelt in the fosse , brushing down centuries of beach from what appeared to be a gravestone tablet. Her fritters quivered â not from the dry desert air, but from the weight of possibility. This was nât just any point. This was Uruk, one of the first great metropolises of Sumer, a cradle of civilization.
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The retired path beneath the lake was unlike anything they had encountered. Not gravestone or earth, but memory made solid. Each step echoed not just in sound, but in time â whispers of the once brushing their minds like forgotten songs. Elara walked first, the complete Emberheart now swimming before her casket, five shards united and glowing with gentle fire. Around her, Kael, Sukanya, and Riven moved in silence, the weight of the trip pressing on their shoulders.
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It all began when the sky was silent and everyone shut up. After the palace extorted by the storm was no longer visible, the terrain around them also changed. There are no more burned spreads or altitudinous, rugged mountains â just golden swells of fields, like they've noway progressed. A huge lake, reflecting the sun, could be seen further in the distance beside the hills. The lake did an excellent job of reflecting the sky, indeed if there was commodity weird about what I saw. Indeed with the breath hard, the water did nât make any ripples.
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Strong winds came through the loftiest points as the group returned from the fire beneath them. Both snow and ash stirred up together and over north, lightning struck a blackened and bruised sky. The storm had n't moved in several days. There was a feeling it stayed with me as a warning. Pointing in their direction, Elara said, â There. â The coming piece. You can see it during the storm. â Riven squinted. â A storm that does nât shift? â Itâs not the rainfall weâre passing right now. Thatâs magic. â
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