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... s grip on his staff tightening until his knuckles went white. The others were still, like statues—watching, waiting, but none of us dared to speak.
The voice—if you could call it that—lingered in the air, heavy and cold. It wasn’t the kind of voice you expected. Not sharp or angry. It felt like an old, forgotten thing, reaching out after years of silence.
"Lucian," the voice repeated, smooth as silk. "Still pretending to be alive?"
I swallowed. The rune wasn’t just a seal ...
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