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... monstrous, with fangs and claws frozen in mid-reach.
Azareel touched one gently, his fingers brushing cold stone that shifted under his hand—not rock, but flesh turned to marble, warm for a fleeting second before hardening again. He jerked his hand back, his silver eyes wide.
"I think these were real," he whispered, his voice trembling.
"No," Sylvara said, her voice tight, her vines curling protectively around her waist.
"They are. The city preserves everything th ...
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