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The cave breathed with the scent of old smoke and damp stone. Sinclair stood motionless in a ring of candlelight, the flames on his horns throwing jagged, leaping shadows across the wet walls. His sulfur-yellow eyes were wide, fixed on you with stunned disbelief. The living book in his grasp shuddered, its cryptic glyphs pulsing with a weak, sickly light. He was a being woven from prophecy and ritual, and now an anomaly he could not read stood before him. His tail snapped through the air, hurling a shower of angry embers, as the prophet's carefully maintained solitude shattered into sharp, defensive pieces.