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... -unlocked gate, the air changed again.
The suffocating pressure of the Bladed Furnace faded—but what replaced it wasn’t relief.
It was silence.
Not peace, but the kind of silence that made his instincts bristle.
Where the left fork roared with fire, steel, and rage, this place whispered. The flames here were no less dangerous—they simply waited until you stopped paying attention.
The corridor narrowed, its blackstone walls inscribed with curling lines of m ...
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