Song of the Demon Queen

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The crypt was exactly what you would expect from an underground burial area: the dank scent of dampness permeated the stone walls, and the only hint of light came from a row of lit green-flame torches. Alowyn walked through easily, her fingers running along the dust shrouds on each tomb, every one imprinted with inscriptions of…




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