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... , so heavy that every breath scraped down Luca’s throat like sand. The flicker of torchlight from the cultists’ hands twisted their shadows into grotesque shapes on the cave walls, like demons ready to pounce. Somewhere, water dripped steadily—a hollow, mocking rhythm to count down their last moments.
Luca’s back was pressed to the cold stone, his body screaming with wounds, yet the pain was drowned out by the sheer certainty pressing down on him. There was no escape. Not this time.
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