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... ainage halls of Drakensmar, lay ancient runes of elvish origin. Their inscriptions glowed faintly, radiating arcane energy to the damp, suffocating air.
A drenched woman staggered through the dim tunnels, her shimmering white hair plastered to her pale face. Every step was a battle.
Pain ran through her body. Her right arm wrapped tightly around her left, which hung limp at her side, paralyzed and ruined.
Blood seeped through the delicate fabric of her robes, leaving a st ...
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