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... built—but declared. Cast from marble and mana by the will of the Immortal Founders, etched into existence by decree, not by hand.
Here, every stone bore the weight of centuries.
Every breath was sanctioned by power.
Every shadow belonged to someone important.
Its walls rose high, veined with gold and singing with enchantments so ancient that no living mage dared to claim mastery.
Wards hummed like sleeping gods in the mortar.
Scripts of binding an ...
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