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... slowly seeping through layers of fabric, making skin feel damp and clammy. Every step echoed softly against the stone walls, but even that sound felt unnaturally muted—as if the Labyrinth itself was swallowing all noise, unwilling to betray their presence.
Veynessa paused for a moment, her gaze settling on the wall to her left. There were marks—deep, jagged gouges, as if something had tried to tear through the stone not once, not twice, but dozens of times. Claws or fangs? It was hard t ...
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