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... od at the edge of the gate—his hand gently raised, fingertips resting against the obsidian curve of the arch. Faint crimson rippled across the surface like breath under silk. From deep within, a pulse echoed, ancient and wrong, as though a forgotten heart still beat in that place.
Kiro stepped closer, cautious.
The stillness of the gate was deceptive. Every inch hummed with presence. He could feel the System inside him coiling tighter, less like a guide and more like an animal tr ...
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