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... cold leaves brushing my face like dead fingers trying to hold me back. The air changed immediately—heavy, stagnant, thick with millennial dust and ancient mana that felt rancid, like wine left open for centuries. A sharp chill ran down my spine despite the sweat from the long trek through the muddy forest, making my tense muscles throb. The ancient paved road continued into the earth, worn and cracked stones under my boots, high gray stone walls rising on both sides etched with faded runes that ...
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