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... piral of fractured glass, each step echoing with quiet tension. The Weave vibrated faintly beneath their feet—faster now, stronger, as if anticipating something ahead.
Tovin shivered. “Anyone else feel that? Like the Weave is... afraid?”
Marra scanned the darkening corridor. “Not afraid. Bracing.”
Erian’s jaw tightened. “We’re approaching a core fracture.”
The crystal path finally opened into a cavern of trembling light. Threads of memory stretched in every direct ...
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