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... essed against my skin like a second gravity, seeping into my lungs, coating my tongue. Every breath tasted of steel and pine.
Before me stretched a staircase carved from mountain stone, rising higher and higher until it disappeared into clouds.
And above, faint but sharp, came the sound of training.
Blades clashing. Feet stamping. Voices shouting in rhythm.
A sect.
Murim’s marrow.
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Arjun’s ember stirred weakly in my arms, pulsing faint lig ...
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