The doors of the elevator slid open into a vast, vaulted chamber that was carved directly out of the living granite of the mountain spine.The air in the chamber did not smell of ink or ash; it smelled of damp stone, ozone, and the freezing, timeless musk of deep earth. Massive iron pipes ran along the ceiling, sweating cold condensation that dripped rhythmically on to the ancient stone floor. In the centre of the room stood the Chamber of Seals, which was a circular platform surrounded by a shallow moat of dark, stagnant water that reflected the dim glow of the luminescent stones set into the walls."This is the foundation," Kaela murmured as her boots clicked softly against the damp stone while she approached the platform.In the very centre of the circular dais stood an altar of black basalt, carved into the shape of a coiled wolf. Resting within the hollow of the wolf’s stone spine was a single, heavy scroll of deep-toned vellum, sealed with an ornate, silver-plated lock that bore
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