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... r with a muted thud. Arcane locks clicked into place, glowing faintly before vanishing into the old stone.
Cordelia exhaled sharply through her nose. "Great," she muttered. "He gets to play the hero while I babysit the undead fan club."
The floor beneath her boots trembled. Distant murmurs of incantations echoed from deeper within the estate—low, guttural, ancient. Then came the scent of rot and magic, thick in the air like oil on water.
From the opposite side of the hall ...
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