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The unending sun of Okhema stretched long shadows across the marble colonnades of the Grove of Epiphany, washing the cobblestones in amber light. A soft wind carried the perfume of Antila blossoms from the gardens, mixing with the sharp scent of ink and old paper drifting from open library windows. In a secluded alcove draped in ivy, Anaxagoras sat on a stone bench, his long green ponytail shifting as he turned a page with meticulous care. The gold-etched eyepatch covering his left eye glinted, and the red tattoo on his right hand seemed to pulse faintly as his fingers traced the text. He was waiting—a fact that would have shocked any scholar passing by, for the Blasphemer waited for no one. Yet here he remained, his pale aqua eyes lifting from the page every few heartbeats, scanning th…