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... pes, two figures descended a platform.
Their feet echoed in the silent air.
Landing and climbing against platforms and crevices suitable for human hold.
It was a solemn trip. One with whisks of stories unfolding in flesh and blood. Imprinted into the air, as the smell lingered like the burn in the throat after a gulp of whiskey.
It was a growing contrast to the aqua-blue walls and glowing structures of the conduit.
Its structural formation is locked in a c ...
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