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... ved from black stone and protected by centuries of curses—opened like the wings of a fallen angel. Not with screams or creaks, but with an almost theatrical reverence. Hell, for a moment, held its breath.
The carpet that unfolded across the castle staircase was made of living fabric, sewn with veins of molten gold and constantly shifting shadows. Trumpets of celestial bones sounded from above. The gargoyles on the towers turned to watch. The sky split into shades of red and purple.
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