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... nt narrative charge—a thrum not unlike a heartbeat, but deeper, older. The walls no longer bore still runes; they shifted like wet ink, sentences emerging and fading in a strange cadence that pulsed with the breath of the Spiral itself.
Darius stepped through the threshold in silence, his Mythmaker glyph glowing with restrained fury across his forearms and down his spine. He had not come here for diplomacy. But he knew better than to wield force here. Not yet.
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