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... , the echo of tremors pounding through the narrow stone corridors like the heartbeat of the earth itself.
Torches flickered, casting frantic shadows along carved runes that pulsed with eldritch light as Lirazel chanted under her breath.
Nolan’s boots clanged across the ancient flagstones; his rifle was slung at his side, silent now but ready.
The air was damp, thick with magic and anticipation.
At last, their path opened into a vaulted chamber—and there, nestled w ...
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