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LoreV. The Restless DeadIkora approached Zavala at his post in the Courtyard. He was looking out at the City the same way he always did, even before he was commander: with a blend of fierce determination, love, and dread. A combination Ikora knew very well herself.
She stood next to him, resting her hands on the railing, looking up at the…
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