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... never a place of laughter or idle talk. Its high domed ceiling, inlaid with glowing sigils, gave the room an air of sacred permanence, as though the stones themselves remembered every decision made within its walls.
Long banners hung on either side— one in radiant silver embroidered with angelic runes, the other in deep crimson threaded with devil glyphs— both fluttering faintly though no wind stirred the chamber.
At the center, the round obsidian table gleamed like polished nig ...
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