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... him in a flurry of limbs and dust.
Clutched tightly in his arms was a roll of ancient, dirt-caked parchment. His beard quivered with excitement.
"Master!" he called out, nearly dropping to one knee as he unfurled the scroll with reverence. "This is our tribe's most sacred inheritance—passed down through generations. Our ancestors, while digging through the deep veins, uncovered entrances to forgotten replica worlds."
Ethan paused, brows lifting slightly.
"Replica ...
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