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... boots carried into the hollow corridors, steady and unyielding, a rhythm that seemed to set the pace for her own hesitant steps. His hand never strayed far from his sword, fingers brushing the hilt with an ease born not of nerves but of habit.
Ilaria catch up behind him. A single step of his is equal to two steps of her, so she made sure not to fall behind. From time to time, he would slow and lay his palm against the stone walls they passed, as though listening. Ilaria only watched as ...
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