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... ng-dead beast, its stone pillars cracked and gnawed away by centuries of rain and wars no one remembered anymore. Vines crawled along the broken walls as if trying to stitch the structure back together, but even nature had given up halfway through. The remaining carvings were little more than ghosts: worn faces, chipped halos, symbols whose meanings had eroded into mud.
The soldiers moved in as a single mass of damp uniforms and ragged breathing. Their boots sank into the thick layer of ...
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