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... deeper Ian moved into the Maw, the less real the world seemed.
It was like walking through the spine of a memory discarded by time. His boots scraped along stone that drank sound, drank breath, drank him.
The path narrowed, then widened again without warning, opening into a massive antechamber.
Here, the stone had changed. What once was jagged and volcanic had become smooth, sculpted—intentional.
A circle of faded writings surrounded a single colossal door, wrough ...
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