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Chapter 118: Team 7
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... tire cavern coming from the small flame hovering above her palm. It floated like a tiny sun, warm, steady, and very judgmental whenever I stepped too close and nearly singed my eyebrows.
Our footsteps echoed.
Soft splashes reverberated every time our feet touched the ground.
The ground was damp, slick enough that every few steps I nearly slipped to my dramatic death.
"So," I said, because silence always made my imagination invent horrors. "What do you think we’ll ...
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