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The Venerated Skeleton’s weathered and corroded armor blended well with the surrounding tombs. It appeared to be seamlessly integrated with a remarkably consistent style. It was almost as if it was meant to be here—in the tombs of this ancient dynasty that had faded away nearly a thousand years ago.


His voice did not seem to originate in front of the players.


He stood there, like someone reciting softly to the future, from a lost past.


At this moment, A ...

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