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... qued at the cryptic words. He had a weakness for these elaborate riddles, the kind that hinted at deeper secrets. Cassandra stepped aside without a word, and Erwin strode into the room.
A wave of vertigo hit him instantly. When it cleared, he stood in a vast chamber lined with towering shelves. Crystal orbs gleamed faintly on every surface, their surfaces swirling with faint mists. Something about the place tugged at his memory—it was eerily like the Hall of Prophecy in the Department of ...
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