The chamber of the Second Keystone was an enormous, vaulted amphitheater carved into the roots of an extinct subterranean glacier. The ceiling arched three hundred feet overhead, supported by colossal ribs of black volcanic basalt that dripped with petrified rime. But unlike the warm, tranquil haven of the Sun-Well above, this chamber was bitterly cold, damp, and thick with the suffocating stench of decayed flesh, sulfur, and dark necromancy. In…
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