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... y black, as though the walls themselves devoured light and sound alike.
A round table stood at its center, vast and ancient, its surface carved with symbols that shifted and pulsed like something alive. Around it sat eight thrones, each occupied by a figure whose very being refused to stay constant.
Their forms bled and warped with every heartbeat—one moment elven grace, the next demonic horns, then human eyes or beastman claws. Shadows clung to them like a second skin, and even ...
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