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... racked black stone.
The air of the underworld was colder than before, not the terrifying chill of death, but something gentler, like a frozen dawn in a world without a sun. Far ahead, the gate to the next floor shimmered faintly. Pulses of violet-blue light throbbed within it, reflecting the silhouettes of three figures walking slowly closer.
Sylvia led the way, her chains trailing behind her like living shadows.
Alicia walked to her right, twirling her staff idly, tiny s ...
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