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... in. No carvings marked its surface.
No inscription.
Only a faint pulse, like a heartbeat buried deep within stone.
Ian stood before it.
Lyra and Caelen at his side, their cloaks tattered, their eyes still stained with the memory of blood and silence.
"This is it," Ian murmured, extending his hand.
As one, they laid their Broken Relics upon the black stone floor. Nine in total—three for each soul. Decay. Hunger. Silence.
The moment the last ...
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