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... ld, inside a dark room.
The room was quiet. Too quiet.
Not the kind of silence that came from peace, but the kind that came from something ancient holding its breath.
The walls were made of stone, old and cracked, carved with symbols no one remembered how to write.
There were no windows. Just flickering torches stuck between skull-shaped sconces that gave off a pale, greenish-blue flame.
The floor was cold. Carved runes lined every edge. Faintly glowing. H ...
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