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... sa blinked. Once, twice.
She was still on the 52nd floor, and after what transpired on the 51st, everything was different.
The veins in the walls pulsed brighter now with that dark, eerie light, like the beat of a war drum. The cold had turned cruel, not just physical but personal, as if the dungeon hated her specifically. It pressed in from all sides.
And the stone... The stone was listening.
She felt it like a breath on the back of her neck.
"We’re being ...
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