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... hall’s secret chamber, a cage reeked of stale blood.
Faint etchings, numbering around seventeen, could still be seen on the walls.
The old man imprisoned here for seventeen years was now barely clinging to life, his vital signs so weak that he seemed on the verge of death at any moment.
With a thread-thin breath, the old man lifted his drooping eyelids and strained to study the tall young man slowly approaching his cage.
"Friend... who are you? How did you get in ...
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