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... steps behind me.
"I'm sure this is where I was supposed to die, yeah."
I had come to a dead stop, right at the edge. The wind blew in dry gusts, laced with ash and static electricity. Under my feet, the basalt cracked softly. And before me, hell stretched out, almost peaceful.
A glowing valley, half enclosed between black cliffs, stretched to the horizon. At the center, a camp — or rather a rudimentary resting zone, carved directly into the rock, built around an old crate ...
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