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... y, hands clasped behind his back, each step measured and soft.
The floor beneath him, black glass turned with constellations of forgotten gods, swallowed the sound of his boots. Only the faint rustle of his dark robes followed him.
In his wake trailed silence—perfect, absolute, and watchful.
He stopped before a sealed door of black jade. It bore no lock or handle, only a rune that shimmered like spilled ink. He touched it with a single gloved finger.
The door melt ...
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