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... ancestral hall was never silent.
Ancient spirit lamps flickered along the obsidian walls, casting long shadows over carved pillars etched with the history of the Murong clan. Every step taken within this place carried weight. Every word spoken echoed far longer than it should have.
Tonight, the air was heavy.
And filled with rage.
The Grand Elder slammed his palm against the stone table.
BOOM.
Cracks spiderwebbed ...
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