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... ors of the Shatterveil.
Each step echoed like a whisper swallowed by ancient stone.
The air pressed cold against his skin, settled in his lungs like frost, gnawing at his resolve and whispering promises of endings yet to come.
Shadows curled along the walls, twisting and writhing, whispering in voices too faint to discern, yet too intentional to ignore.
Something had changed.
The atmosphere shifted, subtle, but unmistakable.
The air grew denser, co ...
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