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... no spells—just a stone-walled chamber lit by a single brazier. We sat across a table that stank of embalming salts. The quest's last layer had not been a fight but a conversation, and that alone should have warned me how important it was.
He wore youth like a borrowed cloak: lean shoulders, unlined skin, eyes too sharp for someone who looked barely twenty. Time had not forgiven him; it had simply looped him backward for one last monologue.
"Be careful, Draven. Search for my corp ...
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