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... e sound of footfalls, but with a weight.
Like they were walking through a place where the past had never ended.
The voice had not spoken again.
But its presence was everywhere.
It wasn't haunting them.
It wasn't stalking them.
It was waiting.
Argolaith led the way, his sword sheathed but his hand resting loosely on the hilt.
Malakar walked beside him, calm as always, the violet flame of his gaze casting eerie shadows along the walls ...
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