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Chapter 132: The First Excision

Author: Dr shukran
last update publish date: 2026-03-16 19:04:02
The air inside the inner sanctum did not taste of the Antarctic’s bite; it was heavy: wet: and smelled of ancient lightning and blooming lilies. The violet light pulsing from the walls was not a static glow but a rhythmic respiration: the very heartbeat of the world made visible. At the center of the chamber: suspended within a massive pillar of translucent obsidian: was the First Mother. She was a wolf of impossible proportions: her fur a shimmering white that held the depth of a thousand snows
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