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... tars and empires alike. The ruined temple breathed a silence too deep to belong to the living. His every footfall was absorbed by ash and ancient dust. The air was cold. Not the kind of cold that came from weather or time.
This was deeper.
It settled into the marrow, spoke to the bones, whispered through the blood.
He stood at the center of the circular altar, his gaze drawn to the fractured obelisk that rose like a crooked fang from the earth. It still pulsed with that s ...
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