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The ventilation tunnel was narrow enough that every movement felt deliberate, every shift of weight calculated. Metal pressed against their backs and chests, cold and slightly damp, and the air inside carried the faint tang of rust mixed with something older and far less pleasant. Progress was slow, measured in inches rather than steps. Each time they advanced, it was with careful, sliding motions, elbows tucked in, knees barely lifting, bodies scraping softly along the metal surfa ...
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