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Chapter 53: The Temple’s Trials
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... air heavy with the scent of damp earth and the faint, sharp bite of mana. Her boots sank into the mossy ground, each step a quiet squelch against the oppressive silence. Overhead, the trees twisted their gnarled branches into a canopy that blotted out the sky, their shadows dancing in patterns that made her head ache. The Heart of Eryndor pulsed faintly in her pack, its warmth a fragile shield against the chill creeping up her spine.
She couldn't shake the Devourer's voice. It slithered ...
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