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... ogether by loss, by purpose, by beasts who had chosen to bear the same burdens.
From below, a moan rose. Not of one throat, but thousands. It began faint, a tremor in the bones, then grew louder, deeper, until it echoed like a chant.
The Hollow was pulsed with it. Every fissure glowed faint green, every rune flared brighter, every shadow deepened as though thousands of undead voices sang in worship.
The Crest rose to their feet with their weapons drawn and fire forgotten. ...
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