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... pped up from his work, his pickaxe frozen mid-swing. Around him, other slaves did the same, their eyes wide as they tried to locate the source of the noise.
It had come from nearby. Close enough to feel the vibration through the ice beneath their feet.
"What was that?" Mekris whispered, his voice barely audible over the ambient sounds of the pit.
"I don’t know," Tarvek replied, his hands tightening on his pickaxe. "But it sounded like something fell."
"Or someone, ...
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