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... me with silence.
Not the empty kind—the kind that pressed inward, thick and deliberate, as if the air itself was waiting for me to make the first mistake. I stood still for a moment, boots planted against cold stone, letting my breathing settle into something slow and controlled.
Trials liked hesitation.
I didn’t give it the satisfaction.
Light bled in from nowhere and everywhere at once, dim and colorless, illuminating a space far larger than it should have been. ...
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