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Chapter 52: The blood key

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Thalia's POV

​The blood lock seal on this box demanded a drop of life fluid from my trembling veins.

​I stepped closer to the stone pillar inside the hidden room, my breath completely trapped in my throat. The air inside this secret compartment felt thick, almost unbreathable, heavy with centuries of dust and forbidden energy.

​The ancient silver box was no larger than a thick book, but the heavy aura it emitted made the surrounding air freeze instantly. Tiny crystals of frost began to form
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