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... e of tunnels forgotten even by the rats, the screams echoed again.
Evelyn Blackmoor adjusted her lantern, its flame barely holding against the oppressive damp. The map she clutched—torn from the journals of the mad grave-scribe Jasper Crane—had led her to this juncture: a rusted grate smeared with handprints. Some human. Some not.
The city above no longer slept. Since the Thirteenth Lantern had flared to life, nightmares walked cobbled alleys and haunted reflections. Evelyn had f ...
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