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... ago, this chamber had crackled with the electric tension of a breakthrough, the hushed, triumphant whispers of men who believed they had found a miracle. Now, that excitement had curdled into a viscous dread that coated every surface, thicker than the alchemical fumes. The only sound was a faint, dry rasping, like sand scouring stone. It was the sound of a man turning into a statue.
Geta was still alive. That was the most profane part of it all. He sat on the simple wooden cot, his post ...
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