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... darkness, fire, and whispers, the world beyond felt unreal—lush trees leaning over a cracked riverbed, golden light filtering through the canopy. The air smelled like moss and memory. Water trickled quietly in the distance.
But none of them relaxed.
“Too quiet,” Shade said, scanning the treeline. “No birds. No insects. No rot. It’s wrong.”
“False calm,” H-13 muttered. “I’ve seen zones like this before—designed as psychological decompression chambers. Precursor to trap zon ...
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