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chapter 83

Kaine POV

In the dimly lit sanctum of my study, ancient tomes lined the shelves like silent sentinels of forgotten knowledge. Their leather spines, once vibrant and regal, now bore the marks of countless years, weathered by time's patient embrace. The air held a faint scent of must and dust, a testament to the secrets that had lingered in this chamber for generations.

A solitary candle stood sentinel upon the desk, its feeble flame casting elongated, dancing shadows that seemed to mirror the uncertainty that had taken root within me. Its wavering light brushed against the aged maps and parchments strewn haphazardly across the surface, emphasizing the creases and wear that attested to their age. The soft flicker seemed to draw the inked symbols to life, evoking a whisper of their stories, both known and yet undiscovered.

Restless, I paced the floor, my steps echoing softly against the polished wooden boards that bore the imprints of countless restless souls who had walked these same pa
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