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The wind sighed through the broken arches of the Temple of Echoes, rattling loose stones like dry teeth. In the amber glow of the twin suns, a lone figure moved between the columns, his coat a patchwork of salvaged fabrics and stitched‑together sigils. He was tall, with a narrow face that seemed half‑carved from the very stone he walked upon. His eyes—one amber, the other a milky violet—scanned the ruin with a quiet intensity. goro inga hegre