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... the void before meeting the stone floor of the grand entrance. The air was heavy, and a familiar presence awaited him, leaning casually against a dark pillar, her black dress billowing slightly in the still air.
Morgana stood there, leaning against one of the towering black columns, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Her sharp, curious gaze fixed on Dante as he emerged from the portal. There was a tension in her posture, though she masked it well, as always.
"You're late," ...
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