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... ing."
That cut through the quiet.
Lindarion looked over.
Sylric leaned back against the stone pillar, arms draped loosely across his knees.
"They’re carving," he said. "Deliberately. Not with mana alone. With tools. Blood. Burnt stone. Old glyphs."
Lindarion frowned. "Where?"
"Eastern mountain range. Cliffs near the collapsed silver mines."
"How do you know?"
"People I used to know went quiet," Sylric said. "Then some fool sent a sk ...
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