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... help.
He ignored it.
Halfway up, he passed another symbol scratched faintly into the wall. Not one of his.
Just a circle with three crossbars.
Old glyph. Not public. Pre-system.
Lucen stopped.
Ran a thumb over it.
’Who the hell was here before me?’
The wall didn’t answer.
Neither did the thing still tickling the back of his mana threads like it wanted him to turn around.
He didn’t.
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