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... es, each stone corridor a monument to a life spent in frozen isolation.
Soren moved with a clinical, automatic grace, his boots striking the floor in a rhythm that felt detached from his physical body.
His mind was a frantic loom, replaying Vetra’s words until the fibers of his sanity began to fray. A dragon. A wearing core. A matter of time.
The syllables looped like a dirge, suffocating and relentless. He ascended the stairs from the dungeon, the air growing warmer but ...
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