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... y chill of stone and air, but a creeping, deliberate kind of cold — one that crawled beneath armor, sank into marrow, and whispered the same truth to every man that dared walk it: something was about to break.
The Blood Commander’s boots struck the ground like war drums.
Each step was a hammer blow echoing down the narrow hall, iron ringing against the weight of his own fury.
His gauntleted hand clutched a letter, crumpled and damp from the sweat of his palm. The wax seal ...
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