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... terature hall.
The last remnants of drifting scripture faded like dying fireflies, leaving only the stone corridor ahead—dim, quiet, ancient. The scent of old ink had not fully vanished; Shaurya could still feel its warmth settling on his sleeves like dust from a long-forgotten library.
He lifted the stone box in his hand, its weight strangely comforting.
Lin Shu leaned closer, whispering, "Open it. I’m curious."
Shaurya nodded.
As the disciples and elders ...
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