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... p> The oil lamps burned low; their flames did not waver, though the air was cold.
Arakhazunn flipped the pages with care, the parchment whispering beneath his fingers like something reluctant to be disturbed. Symbols etched in ancient coils and fractured lines stared back at him—older than crowns, older than law.
Then his eyes stopped.
’The Legend of Sirrash.’
Arakhazunn frowned faintly, "The legend of Sirrash...?"
He leaned closer, studyi ...
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