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... ow staircase leading to their room, the wooden steps creaking under their boots. The tension from the common room below seemed to follow them, pressing against their backs like a heavy shroud. Each of them carried the weight of unspoken questions about the unsettling events they had witnessed.
The hallway was dimly lit, the only source of illumination a flickering oil lamp mounted on the wall. Shadows danced along the cracked plaster, giving the inn an eerie, almost haunted feel. Raziel ...
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