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... with the sound of worlds grinding together.
For a long moment, there was only silence—heavy, absolute, the kind that seemed to devour even thought.
Then came the wind, slow and cutting, whispering through the ruins like a god exhaling. The four figures stood at the threshold, cloaked in the lingering glow of the first layer, now fading like embers swallowed by night.
Merlin was the first to move. His staff struck the stone once, a dull sound swallowed by the endless white ...
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