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... east, wide enough to accommodate a hundred men shoulder-to-shoulder, yet it felt suffocatingly narrow.
Flickering torches sputtered weakly in iron sconces along the walls, their flames struggling against the stale air that clung to them like a shroud.
The faint echo of boots reverberated off the high ceiling, mingling with the ragged breaths of weary soldiers.
At the forefront marched Caelum, his polished armor now streaked with grime and his once-proud cloak tattered at ...
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