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... g secrets only the dead could understand.
Seriona rose before them—an ancient city carved from salt and memory.
Its towers leaned toward the sky like prayer-worn fingers, and the air hummed faintly, alive with a tension Alessia couldn’t name.
The car rolled to a slow stop at the foot of a stone archway, its iron gate etched with runes so old they pulsed faintly under the headlights.
Luca stepped out first, his expression unreadable, the wind tugging at his dark co ...
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