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... gh the chamber—low, husky, and ancient—carrying the weight of centuries within each rasped syllable. It slithered across the marble floors, curling against the cold stone pillars that stood like silent witnesses to a time long before the world had forgotten gods.
The air inside the vast hall was thick — not with dust, but with something far heavier. Something that had lingered long before any mortal tongue had learned to name fear.
From the shadowed archway, she emerged — a woman ...
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