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... e a forgotten relic finally returned to the world.
John stared at it, his body aching, hand still broken, blood crusted on his lips.
The ghost spirit was gone, pulled back into her prison, but the aftertaste of her power still clung to the cave’s damp air.
With trembling fingers, he reached out and grasped the scroll.
It was cold.
Far colder than it should’ve been.
As if it had been carved out of death itself.
The moment his hand touched it ...
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