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d, disguised as one of their own. The air was heavy with tension and the stench of ambiti

ell into the wrong hands. The stakes were higher than ever, for whispers had reached her ears of a faction known as

hout the Revenant stronghold, each playing their part in the dangerous charade. The threads of

lert. She knew that one misstep, one false move, could reveal their true intentions and plunge them into peril. The we

chamber cloaked in darkness and filled with the flickering glow of candlelight. The walls were a

es, the hushed tones of conspirators plotting in the depths of the room. With every step, the weight of her mis

ers, each shrouded in their dark cloaks, occupied their respective seats, their faces obscured by the dim light. Lord M

her chest. The moment of truth had arrived. With bated breath, she listened to the discuss

and dominance drove them to seek not only the mirror but any artefact or memory that could grant them an edge over their ri

d the opportunity to exploit the divisions within their ranks, planting seeds of doubt and discord among the council me

mories intertwined with ancient magic. It was rumoured to hold the key to unlocking the mirror's true potential, but t

mind, Elara knew that she had to venture int