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... h jutting from the forest floor—tilted, metallic, half-swallowed by moss and time. Engraved above the frame, in a dead language the Grimoire translated for me, were three words:
"Seal the Echo."
None of the students could read it.
Lysaria, for once, hesitated to touch the metal.
"Is this it?" Roderick asked me. His voice was low, hoarse, like something in his throat knew better than to speak.
I nodded. "Bunker Seventeen. Military-grade research site. Suppo ...
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