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... p tightening around the hilt of his iron sword.
The cold metal pressed reassuringly against his palm, anchoring him to reality amid the suffocating eeriness of the ancient city.
In the distance, the outline of what had once been a magnificent palace gradually emerged from the fog.
Even in ruin, its presence dominated the city, towering above the surrounding structures like a fallen monarch refusing to bow.
Thoren increased his pace, deliberately ignoring the thous ...
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