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... ilence.
No one had stepped foot here in years. Its walls, worn by wind and time, held stories no one cared to remember.
The vines crawling up the stone pillars had made it their home, and the shattered glass of its once-great dome let in rays of cold sunlight, cutting long shadows across the cracked floor.
Alden sat near the entrance, arms draped loosely over his knees. He stared at the floor, then at Hera, who was crouched at the center of the circular room, her hands tr ...
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