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... choed through the hollow, fire-scarred hall; a soft, deliberate sound against the charred marble floor. His hand flew to the hilt of his sword. Morning light filtered weakly through the broken windows, pale and ghostly, catching the drifting ash that hung like spirits in the air.
He turned slowly, eyes narrowing as he searched the shadows. The scent of smoke lingered, but beneath it, something else. Sharp. Medicinal. Wrong for a ruin. Someone had been here.
His boots crunched ove ...
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