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... ath the Temple of the Drowned Scrolls, deeper than the catacombs where Myrrha’s order kept their sacred relics. The air here was colder than the deep ocean and heavy with the taste of salt that burned the tongue. Walls of living coral pulsed faintly, as if the vault itself were breathing.
At the center, bound in a sarcophagus of blackened pearl, lay the Black Salts of Morvaine — grains that shimmered like obsidian dust, each one said to hold the hatred of a dead ocean.
Lady Myrrh ...
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