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... ve up close, but the sensation radiating from it was... undeniable.
Lena stood at the base of the hillside, squinting at the narrow, shadowed gap. A draft breathed out from within. It wasn’t the damp, moldy rot of a crypt, nor the dry dust of a ruin.
It was warm. Humid.
It smelled of ozone, musk, and something faintly sweet, like crushed fruit and heated iron.
"That’s it?" she asked, adjusting the strap of her breastplate. "Your amazing, terrifying, dangerous dung ...
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