The triumph was short-lived. As the thermal water surged into the southern channel, a piercing siren of enchanted bronze horns echoed down the river tunnels. From the ceiling arches above the catwalk, dozens of iron portcullises slammed down with concussive force, sealing all three exits from the chamber. High upon an elevated observation gallery overlooking the valve, a figure stepped from the gloom into the torchlight. It was not Lord…
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