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... lead were piled upon them. His vision blurred and focused on the view above.
It was a ceiling of jagged, dripping limestone, reinforced by rusted iron beams.
He was lying on a stone slab draped in tattered silver silk. The Fox mask was gone, left somewhere in the mud of the forest, leaving his silver hair splayed out like a spilled ink on the grey stone.
"You’re awake," Lorelei’s voice drifted from the shadows.
She was standing by a basin of dark, iridescent water ...
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