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... e dusty air of the stairwell, but it wasn’t a game. It was a tactical sprint for survival.
The massive DONG of the bell was still vibrating through the stone walls, shaking dust loose from the ceiling. It was the kind of sound that didn’t just wake people up; it woke up the architecture.
I scrambled down the spiral stairs, my sneakers squeaking on the uneven stone. Ria was ahead of me, moving with a fluid, parkour-like grace, skipping two steps at a time.
"Slow down!" I h ...
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