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... behind him with a finality that muffled the distant celebrations still echoing through the corridors. The air inside was cooler, carrying the familiar scent of damp stone and the faint metallic tang of blood from his armor, which he began unbuckling with stiff, aching fingers. His ribs protested with every movement, sharp stabs of pain lancing through his torso like hot needles, but he pushed through it, the discomfort now a constant companion he had learned to ignore. The torch on his makeshif ...
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