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... ence. A stillness that held the bones of forgotten empires and the shattered echo of a thing that once called itself glorious
Achilles stood with the shovel still in his grasp.
The runes on it dimmed, their purpose fulfilled. Yet the weight in his hand felt heavier now, not from the tool, but from what had just been buried.
He stared down at the grave. The dark sand had flattened, perfectly level, as if the world itself refused to remember what once festered there.
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