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... ing that shouldn’t exist.
The ridge above Duskline Pass split open. Stone peeled back like damp paper, fell sideways, and settled into coils that weren’t coils. A head rose from the tear, crowned in jagged horn-knives. It blinked once, and the color drained from the sky.
Basilisk.
Not the cave kind in old hunting stories. This one was fortress-tall, its plates grown from ore and night, each seam leaking slow curtains of miasma. Wherever the haze touched, rock bruised. Met ...
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