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... hoking, curling through the broken arches and rusted iron gates like a ghost from a pyre long extinguished.
The soft, strange fog of the Abyss that had dogged their steps through the cursed city thickened, twisting into shapes that whispered of smoke and sorrow, the air growing heavy with the phantom weight of flames.
Azareel paused mid-step, his silver-white hair stirring in the mist, his torn robe clinging to his slender frame.
"Nyx..." he said slowly, his voice a gentl ...
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