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... ow a crumbling shadow of itself. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the only sounds were their cautious footsteps and the occasional groan of the undead echoing from the shadows.
"Looks like the safehouse should be nearby," Mira whispered, clutching her crossbow close. She glanced at Damien, his face hardened and eyes scanning their surroundings, always alert.
"Let’s keep moving. We’ll need shelter before nightfall." Damien’s voice was low, his hand resting on his bla ...
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