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The heavy Adamantite doors were shredded, the ancient stone floor was cratered, and the pedestal that had housed the Sword of Heroes for a millennium was nothing but a jagged stump.
From the far wall of the Deep Vault, buried under tons of collapsed rubble, a figure stirred.
"Your Holiness!"
Bishop Malachi, the Pope’s most trusted confidant and the head of the Cathedral’s internal shadows, sprinted into the ruined antechamber.
He was flanked by a dozen ...
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