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... edge—it just became, gradually sloping as if the dungeon itself was guiding us deeper into its rotting heart. I could feel the shift beneath my boots, less of a change in incline, but more of a change in substance. The stone underfoot no longer felt like carved brickwork. It had taken on a strange elasticity, firm yet faintly yielding, as if it wanted us disposed of and was debating whether or not to swallow us whole.
The tunnel had grown quieter, not in any peaceful, tranquil way. It w ...
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