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... al stone door stood. Regis lowered his voice to a whisper, and for the last time, he told the witcher, “Proceed with caution, Roy. Just like I said.”

“I know, Regis. My mind’s still echoing that message. I won’t forget it.” Roy held the five ancient coins tight.

Regis took a deep breath. With a trembling hand, he took a piece of basalt out of his pocket. There were runes on it. He slid it into the rock’s crevice, and it fell in place. The door started to rumble and slithered up. ...

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