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... b, their ragged breaths echoing off the stone walls.
Each boot struck the ground with an uneven rhythm, the sound mingling with the hissing of torches that barely held back the oppressive shadows pressing in around them.
At the front was Ravik, his jaw clenched tight as he fought against the silence.
He had already lost too many men,too many traps, too many lifeless bodies left in his wake.
But he pressed on, fueled by pride and a desperate hope that the treasure ...
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