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... step stirring dust that glittered faintly in the dim, sourceless light.
The walls closed in around him, rough stone brushing against his shoulders, etched with carvings so old they were almost worn smooth.
Yet, faintly visible beneath the erosion, were words in a language he did not recognize, swirling like vines around symbols of light and shadow intertwined.
His fingers trailed along the carvings, his touch sending a cold shiver up his spine.
The symbols pulsed ...
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