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... he moment I stepped off. No way up. No ladder. No exit. Just me, stale air, and the oppressive weight of things not meant to be remembered.
The sigil on the mural pulsed faintly. It wasn’t magic, not in the traditional sense. No wards. No enchantment. Just something older. Hungrier.
The Pattern Remembers.
The phrase echoed in my head like a chant I hadn’t meant to learn. My hand twitched involuntarily, the skin along my fingers itching like something beneath the surface w ...
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