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In a cobbled street lined with buildings, people run or gesture toward a black sky split by bright cracks, with household objects floating overhead, while a blue-haired woman and a white-haired man stand in the foreground looking up.
A blue-skinned woman with long dark blue hair reaches into a sewing drawer while holding spools of thread and scissors, as a white-haired man in a long black coat stands with folded arms in the doorway behind her.
A blue-skinned woman with long star-speckled hair works over a glowing tray of golden lines while a pale, white-haired man in a long black outfit stands with folded arms in the open doorway behind her.
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In a cobbled street lined with buildings, people run or gesture toward a black sky split by bright cracks, with household objects floating overhead, while a blue-haired woman and a white-haired man stand in the foreground looking up.
A blue-skinned woman with long dark blue hair reaches into a sewing drawer while holding spools of thread and scissors, as a white-haired man in a long black coat stands with folded arms in the doorway behind her.
A blue-skinned woman with long star-speckled hair works over a glowing tray of golden lines while a pale, white-haired man in a long black outfit stands with folded arms in the open doorway behind her.

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The ripple from Chapter 1 causes Void-leaks across Starlight Avenue. Elara must use her tailoring skills to patch these tears before they swallow the city, while Kaelen watches with suspicion.

ページ 1

Caption: “L'increspatura era solo l'inizio.”

ページ 2

The blue-skinned woman says, “Posso sistemare tutto, Kaelen! Mi serve solo l’ago giusto.”

ページ 3

A blue-skinned woman with long, star-speckled hair bends over a tray and holds a glowing tool above its golden lines; a white-haired man stands in the open doorway with his arms folded. Man: «La tua sicurezza è mal riposta, Tailor. Questi strappi non sono semplici buchi nella stoffa.»