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Cole's heart pounded as he held his sword steady, the edge gleaming faintly in the pale light of the obelisk. The figure at the edge of the clearing was barely visible, cloaked in shadows so thick they seemed to move with the wind. The stranger's voice, though soft, held an authority that sent a chill down his spine.
"You shouldn't be here," the voice repeated, firmer this time. The figure stepped forward, just enough that a glimpse of their face could be seen under the hood—pale, g ...
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