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... y, like the heartbeat of something long dormant but not dead. The runes etched into its surface flickered under the spectral lanterns, their ancient script shifting as if whispering in a tongue only the long-buried could understand.
Lorik’s gaze remained fixed on it, his jaw tight, the weight of his thoughts pressing visibly against his expression. He was torn—between the scholar’s insatiable thirst for knowledge and the instinctive dread that came with knowing too much.
"That’s ...
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