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Vale and I both stood to inherit legacies we were ashamed of, consoling ourselves that we would be different.
— May 19, 2026 10:29PM
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“You want a revolution, but you don’t want to pay the cost. You don’t want to sacrifice.”
— May 25, 2026 11:37PM
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He dreamed—in an unspoiled, hopeful kind of way that could be born only in the Lower City.
— May 19, 2026 07:39PM
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“Matius, son of Matius, of everything you could want in this city, I am the very worst thing.”
She turned and my hand instinctively lifted to reach for her. But my fingers only encircled air, narrowly missing the edge of her palls. And I was instantly relieved that they did. Because if I had been able to touch her, I wasn’t sure what it would have done to me.
— May 19, 2026 06:54PM
She turned and my hand instinctively lifted to reach for her. But my fingers only encircled air, narrowly missing the edge of her palls. And I was instantly relieved that they did. Because if I had been able to touch her, I wasn’t sure what it would have done to me.
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“There is no one with more blood on their hands, Luca. Because everything we make, everything we study, will be used in the quest for power.”
— May 19, 2026 06:45PM
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…but the only person I’d give my life for was across the river.
— May 19, 2026 05:57PM
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It was easy to have faith when you wanted for nothing.
— May 19, 2026 05:47PM
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“But be careful. You don’t want to become a favorite of the gods.”
“I thought it was an honor to be chosen by the gods,” I said.
She glanced back up at the tapestry, to the gap-crowned doves that arced across the scene. I’m not sure the doves would agree.”
— May 12, 2026 06:52AM
“I thought it was an honor to be chosen by the gods,” I said.
She glanced back up at the tapestry, to the gap-crowned doves that arced across the scene. I’m not sure the doves would agree.”

