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... edral of Saint Thorns, locked behind chains of bone and prayer, lay a blade wrapped in oiled cloth. It bore no name. Only a whisper.
The Dagger of the Dreaming Gods.
Evelyn Blackmoor had traced its myth through half a dozen madmen’s journals and cathedral blueprints inked in dried blood. All led her here—to a vault sealed by sleep. The monks who once guarded it had long since perished, their corpses now dreaming forever in silent, sealed catacombs.
The final inscription a ...
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