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... nt from the stillness outside. The kind that felt like the whole place was holding its breath.
The snow was gone now, but the cold hadn’t left. It had settled into the walls, changing shape. Not freezing and not biting. Just waiting.
The stone no longer looked like normal stone. The walls were covered in symbols—layers of them, drawn over each other without care.
Some were old. Others looked broken or unfinished. If you stared too long, a few seemed to shift, like they we ...
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