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... twisted into a spiral of smoke and shadows as Roselle and I stepped onto the Rift Bridge — a narrow path of flickering twilight energy suspended over endless void.
"Last time I was here," I muttered, "I thought the Null Architects were just legends."
Roselle's crimson eyes scanned the horizon, cold and calculating. "Legends born from truth. They shaped Oblivion before it became this... wasteland."
We moved carefully, the bridge humming beneath our feet like a living thin ...
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