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... ssed the monumental gate, his footsteps echoing on the polished stone. Maggie fell in behind him, the shaft of her halberd clattering with each stride. The others followed in silence, like a collective shadow, a disciplined pack.
The corridor beyond the gate was narrow, lined with torches fixed to bronze sconces. The light danced across the metal plates, carving shifting glimmers on tense faces. Maggie advanced, helmet still fastened, senses sharp, noting every breath, every whisper. The ...
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