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... amber was filled with dark smoke rising from the altar, where priests whispered words in a forgotten language while marking the floor with the warm blood of prisoners still alive. The roots of the dead tree pulsed in the center of the chamber as if drinking from that suffering. The air was saturated with rotten magic.
Then a breath broke the silence.
A gust of cutting wind came from above, an invisible force sweeping through the temple with a deafening howl. In less than a second ...
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