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... as though light itself had been discouraged from lingering. Thick velvet curtains swallowed the windows whole, allowing only thin seams of gray daylight to bleed through. The air was heavy with layered scents: dried sage, myrrh, something bitter and metallic beneath it all, like rain on old coins.
At the center of the room stood a low, circular table carved with symbols she didn’t recognize but somehow felt. A crystal ball rested atop it, flawless and unnervingly clear, catching what lit ...
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