“What foundation?” Mara asked.
She pressed the rose to her chest, feeling the faint pulse of the city’s heartbeat sync with her own. The rose began to glow, its petals unfurling into a radiant crimson, releasing a fragrance that seemed to awaken the air itself. every street is paved with gold pdf
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Every step Mara took left a faint, golden imprint that faded after a heartbeat. Yet each imprint lingered in the memory of the ground, as if the stone itself recorded the passage. Children who walked the streets felt a warmth under their feet, and the weary merchants found a renewed vigor in their labor. And in Auria, the golden streets continue to