james
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James stands atop a crumbling clocktower, wings shimmering faintly under moonlight, eyes glowing like embers.
The city breathes below—chaotic, alive. A smile tugs his lips.
"Time to fall… and rise," he whispers, stepping off the edge into the night.
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