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... agged split in the stone ridge, overgrown with sickly vine and bone-white fungus. Wind whistled through it like a whisper of teeth, but Ian felt no presence inside.
Not yet.
"It’s empty," he said without looking back.
The swordsman grunted. "How can you tell?"
"I’d be able to hear it breathe."
They said nothing to that. Just followed him inside.
The cavern sloped downward, dry underfoot but streaked in strange, dark moss. A natural hollow, half-dev ...
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