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Chapter 122: Guardians Awaken
Author: Mary Sampson
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The first one stood up like a mountain deciding to move.

It took a long time. Stone ground on stone with a sound Noah felt in his back teeth, a slow, grinding groan that seemed to come from the whole floor at once. The great wolf-headed statue unfolded from its kneeling crouch one segment at a time, knees and hips and shoulders, shedding dust and flakes of old paint in a grey cascade. When it finally straightened, it stood nearly twice the height of a man, its massive hands hanging at its sides
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