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... of the tower.
It wasn’t heat or cold. It was pressure. A dense, crushing presence that pressed against her skin and slid along her bones, as if the space itself was trying to remind her that she did not belong here. The walls around them were no longer built stone or reinforced alloy. They were grown. Layered slabs of blackened material fused together by laws rather than matter, pulsing faintly with a rhythm that felt uncomfortably close to a heartbeat.
Lyrate did not slow.
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