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... the stale air, but from the simple gathering of weary men and women sharing food, laughter, and stories.
The once-ominous stone walls felt less hostile as their voices filled the silence.
Torches hissed softly, their flames dancing against the shadows like flickering memories.
In the center of it all was Ethan, mid-rant and mid-joke, waving half a biscuit in his hand as if it were a dramatic prop.
"Honestly," he exclaimed with mock seriousness, "these archaeologis ...
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