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... emory. Whispers drifted faintly through the Hollow, fragments of language older than any tongue, each syllable vibrating with divine resonance.
Nysha frowned, ears twitching. "They sound like prayers."
Lindarion’s gaze turned distant. "They are."
He reached out with his senses, letting his mana expand outward until it brushed against the Hollow’s pulse. In that instant, visions flickered across his mind: demi-gods standing in a circle of flame; elven ancestors kneeling be ...
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