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... entre felt heavier than the last—not with weight, but with judgement. The air had changed. Not thick. Not cold. But reverent, as if even breath dared not cross the wrong name.
Ashveil trembled in his hand.
The spectres ringed him now. Half-armoured ghosts, their faces carved from echoes and memory. Some looked like old paintings in House Thorne’s halls. Others, like soldiers long wiped from history.
One leaned on a broken spear. One was missing half a face.
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