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... d like a chute, carved in a slow spiral that funneled the heat like a living forge chimney. Raven moved with caution, his boots echoing softly against ancient metal plates. The walls here were different—not carved, but hammered, shaped by tools now long forgotten.
They bore scars, not just inscriptions. Deep gouges. Burn marks. Melted seams.
This wasn’t a chamber of memory.
This was a grave for something that refused to die.
Raven slowed, hand hovering near his ch ...
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