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Chapter 107: Ancestral Whispers
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2026-01-24 09:01:24The basement of the North Tower was not a place for wine or grain. Beneath the layers of dust and the heavy, iron-bound doors lay the "Sanctum of the Silent," a chamber that Silas hadn't even known existed.
Lyra led the way, her hand resting on the hilt of her obsidian blade. Beside her, Nyx carried a torch made of shadow-glass that cast a rhythmic, violet light against the damp stone walls. Silas followed, holding Kaelen close. The boy was silent, his new white hair glowing faintly
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