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Chapter 71: The Heart of the Forge

Author: Timothy
last update publish date: 2026-07-21 04:21:35
ARC 5: The War for Blackreach.

No one stepped onto the platform.

​An uneasy silence settled over the chamber, broken only by the slow grind of ancient gears buried somewhere deep within the stone. Silver runes encircling the edge pulsed with a steady rhythm, brightening and fading like the breath of something vast sleeping below.

​Astrid kept her sword raised, her eyes scanning the mechanism. "Talk."

​Elian never looked away from the platform. "Once it starts moving, it doesn't stop."

​"Starts
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