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... , one palm pressed hard against the ground as she gasped for breath. The chamber had returned—or some echo of it—but the stone felt wrong beneath her hand. Warmer. Smoother. Like bone rather than rock. The symbols had dimmed, but they hadn’t vanished. They pulsed faintly in the corners of her vision, no longer demanding attention, just... waiting.
Leon stood at the basin’s edge. The girl was gone. Or changed. It was hard to say. In her place, a shimmer hovered, the shape of a child in ou ...
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