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... ers. It was a monolith of black basalt and blood-red cedar anchored deep into the island’s bedrock. As Vane stepped through the threshold, the air changed. It was not a trap, but the sheer density of the mana pooling within the stone made every breath feel thicker. It smelled of old iron and the sharp, coppery tang of warriors who lived for the front lines.
Vane walked beside Ashe with his back perfectly straight. He did not look at the Eastern guards who stood like statues in the shadow ...
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