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... sion of a bowstring drawn to its limit.
From the three pedestals, the radiance surged towards the three runes.
Grief.
Detachment.
Serenity.
Their lights rose like three pillars of silver flame, twisting, clashing, attempting to merge... yet refusing at first. Each emotion resisted the others like opposing winds.
Silver sparks ripped through the air.
The symbols etched along the chamber walls flickered awake like hundreds of watching eyes. < ...
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