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... er, once a haven of arcane grandeur, now lay in shambles. Shelves that had stood like ancient sentinels were broken and splintered, their contents scattered and burnt. The ley line conduits, once shimmering with vibrant energy, sputtered weakly, their fractured surfaces oozing faint traces of mana. The air was thick with the scent of ash, mingling with the faint metallic tang of spilled blood.
Amberine sat slumped against a toppled shelf, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breat ...
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