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... ike silent witnesses. The torches lining the walls flickered with a low, enchanted flame—just enough to see, not enough to feel warm.
Trafalgar sat alone on a bench near the center, polishing the edge of Maledicta with a cloth soaked in oil. The sword gleamed under the faint light, its blade pulsing faintly as if hungry for blood once again.
The door creaked open.
He didn’t look up.
’Finally.’
Heavy boots echoed across the stone floor. Roland stepped into ...
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