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... s, carved from blackened silverwood, they shimmered in the morning haze with the ghostlight of old magic—veined with runes so ancient even the archivists no longer dared translate them. Above the archway, the crests of twelve long-dead kings stared down like silent jurors. Cold. Watching. Weighing her.
And beneath those ancient judges stood Lara Von Roxweld.
Drenched in blood. Cloaked in steel. Every inch of her screamed survival.
She did not flinch.
Her arrival c ...
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