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... ant murmur that rolled across the canyons like thunder:
We did.
The ground trembled. Ashwing flared his wings and hissed, but Lindarion didn’t move. His golden eyes tracked the shimmer that coalesced near the broken citadel.
From the mist, shapes emerged, three towering figures, their forms woven of silver and bone, each draped in the tattered vestments of ancient high priests. Their faces were carved masks of stone, emotionless, their eyes burning with f ...
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