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... eath the stone arches, the green glow of runes cast rippling reflections across the flooded floor. The air reeked of dampness and metal. A thin stream of water slid down the stairs, drop by drop, vanishing into a black pool where something still breathed.
Oratius moved forward without a sound. Chains hung from the ceiling, clinking softly in the unseen breeze.
Before him, the water stirred.
What emerged was not human.
The mass rose slowly — half liquid, half organ ...
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