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... Griselda’s for a moment before he focused on the Duke. The cell’s dim light seemed to flicker as he began to chant, his voice low and melodic, resonating with an ancient power. The air around them thickened, charged with energy, as glowing symbols started to appear, swirling around Lyan’s hands. The incantation grew louder, and the symbols formed intricate patterns, creating a magical circle that enveloped them.
"Memoriae Tenebrae, Ostende Nobis Veritatem," Lyan intoned, his voice echoi ...
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