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... granite door, its surface mottled by age and faint veins of quartz that caught the torchlight like distant stars. The chamber around him was silent save for a distant drip of water echoing from some unseen fissure. He shifted his weight uneasily, toes crunching upon the grit-strewn floor. Several keyholes yawned upon the door’s face — not one but many — each ringed with tiny runic engravings, worn but legible under scrutiny.
He lifted a hand, flexing fingers as though wrestling with som ...
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