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... every step Beckett took deeper into the darkened corridors, the walls seemed to exhale against him. Cold air kissed the back of his neck, a whisper, a warning, or maybe the breath of the stone itself.
Celeste’s light orb hovered above his shoulder, casting warped shadows across the jagged walls. Behind him, Camille muttered words in a dialect Beckett couldn’t place. Not ancient Spellbinder, not Latin. Something raw. Elemental.
Her voice wasn’t steady. It trembled as if her tongu ...
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