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... Keep smelled of damp earth, rat droppings, and panic. It was a narrow, claustrophobic passage that had been carved centuries ago for emergencies just like this, though it had likely never seen a Lord run through it with such pathetic desperation.
"Move!" Lord Caelum screamed, his voice echoing shrilly off the low ceiling. "Faster, you incompetent mules! If the monsters breach the keep before we are clear, I will have your heads!"
He was sweating profusely, his expensive silk rob ...
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