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... the side of the mountain. It smelled of damp limestone and the sharp, lingering ozone of Isole’s restoration spell. The mana-heater hummed in the center of the cramped space. It cast a rhythmic, orange flicker against the walls that made the shadows dance like frantic ghosts. Outside, the wind had died down to a low, mournful whistle. It sounded like something was searching for them in the dark.
Vane sat near the entrance. He was stripped to his basic grey tunic, his reinforced leather a ...
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