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... shattered pillars, smoke curled like black serpents along the roof, and the cries of corrupted apprentices mingled with the frantic shouts of elders trying to hold their ground. The once sacred chamber now reeked of blood, ash, and something darker—something unholy that had sunk its claws into the heart of the temple.
And in the middle of it all, Harold laughed.
He was drenched in sweat and blood, face smeared with grime, but his eyes gleamed with mad triumph. Bent double with m ...
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