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... ock spire, its mournful howl the only sound in the vast, empty expanse of the night sky. The twin moons hung low and heavy, their silvery light casting our two figures in a stark, ethereal glow, our shadows stretching long and skeletal on the ground between us.
Silas stood at the very edge of the plateau, his form a silhouette against the backdrop of the star-dusted heavens. The unassuming, scholarly boy from the Academy was gone, replaced by a creature of quiet, confident power. His dar ...
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