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... irway shuddered beneath their boots as they descended. Mist thickened with each step—cold, wet, almost liquid—as if the air itself was bleeding. Every breath tasted of rust and salt, and the stone walls groaned like hollow drums.
And through it all, one whisper lingered. Clear. Sharp. Undeniable.
“...Elira...”
Her foot hesitated on the step. That voice. It wasn’t an echo of the chamber, nor a trick of the mist. No—she would have known it anywhere.
Her father’s voi ...
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