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... summoning of something that should have remained asleep.
The surface of the black water split without a ripple, and a pale hand emerged, slowly, deliberately.
No sound, no disturbance and in the palm of that hand... an eye. An open eye, alive, staring directly at Draven. It was as if time itself had stopped, out of respect for what had emerged from the basin.
Draven did not recoil. No fear crossed his face. He clenched the ancient wooden box, took a singl ...
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