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... und deep beneath the earth, lit only by faint luminescent veins that pulsed with slow rhythm, gold, blue, and black weaving together like bloodlines that refused to separate. The sound of their footsteps echoed as though the stairway itself remembered every motion taken upon it.
Nysha’s bow was drawn but low. "These stairs... they aren’t carved. They’re grown."
Lindarion nodded. His hand brushed the wall as they descended. Beneath the smooth glass, he could feel warmth, faint, bu ...
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