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... carved from stone and shadow. Torches sputtered against the walls, their flames oddly dim, as if the darkness itself drank the light. The villagers gathered at the edges, whispering, but Selene led us to the center table—a slab of black rock etched with faded sigils.
"We don’t have the numbers," Selene said, her voice sharp, decisive. "Not to fight head-on. Whoever approaches knows that. They’re not here to test our walls—they’re here for him." Her eyes flicked to me.
The words l ...
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