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... hispered like dry leaves, yet the sound carried a strange weight, echoing in the chamber as though the walls themselves wished to listen. Zero's chest tightened. He could feel Lilith watching him from across the table, her silence a tether, but her presence unable to ground him fully.
The words emerged in black fire across the parchment, bold strokes that seemed carved rather than written:
"On the seventh night, when strength had withered to embers and hope was a blade dulled wit ...
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