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FROST - Chapter 88: When The Cauldron Sleeps
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... so far below the ground it was said even sound refused to travel—ancient seals pulsed faintly against obsidian pillars carved with forgotten tongues.
The walls, lined with ever-burning runes, flickered erratically as though even the enchantments were straining against the energy gathering within. The floor itself, once smooth white marble, was now cracked in spiraling veins of crimsoned ice, crawling outward from the orb where Silvermist was held.
She hovered mid-air inside a tra ...
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