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... le a searing blade carving into her throat. The cold, fetid air of the underground corridors curled into her lungs like smoke from a long-dead fire. Behind her, the boots thundered—not just a sound, but a presence, pounding in rhythm with the panic in her chest.
They were close.
Too close.
She dared not look back. She couldn't. Fear had locked her gaze forward, where the dark swallowed everything beyond the dying reach of the torches. The upper levels were lost, crawling ...
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