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... sound of approaching footsteps echoed from deep within the mist.
Each step carried a strange weight, pressing against the silence like a hammer striking a hollow shell. They were deliberate, heavy, and eerily steady, reverberating through the wooden hull as if the footsteps themselves were walking upon the planks.
Veythor’s pupils constricted to sharp slits, his crimson gaze narrowing with piercing intensity. His brows knitted together in a subtle frown, the faint creases along h ...
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