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... iath stood like a corpse in stone, ribs of obsidian spiking toward the endless crimson sky, its walls pulsing faintly as though breathing.
The halls hummed with the faint resonance of trapped voices, the cries of vessels that had broken under the hive mind’s possession.
The air reeked of burned iron and stale blood, heavy enough that even demons coughed when they lingered too long.
In the throne room, black fire swayed in sconces that gave no warmth. Their light flickered ...
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