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... faintly against the crystalline walls of the corridor, each inhale sharp and deliberate, each exhale measured, as though he feared even his breath could wake whatever slept within this floor. The faint violet hue of the dungeon’s veins pulsed weakly beneath the smooth surface of the ground, like the sluggish beat of a dying heart. His boots left no sound as he moved forward, though his shadow swayed with the glow of his lantern crystal, the only trace of warmth in an otherwise indifferent void. ...
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